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Gbeeting to the Day 441 

The Address of Welcome Lizbeth Gertrude Angell, '94 442 

Advice of the Wise Fool . . . . . Alice Welch Kellogg, 'H 444 

" Zu Netjen Ufern Lockt ein Netjer Tag " . Julia Stevens Buffington, '94 450 

Class Song, '97 Julia Davenport Randall 456 

Oration Margarette B. Purington, '97 456 

Presentation of the Spade Agnes L. Caldwell, '96 458 

Reception of Spade Helen Webster Pettee, '97 461 

Editorial , 464 

The Free Press 469 

The Shakespeare Play 477 

Tree Day, '94 47S 

Float 479 

College Notes 481 

Commencement Notes 485 

Society Notes 490 

Alumnae Notes 492 

Marriages and Death 497-498 

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Vol. II. WELLESLEY, JUNE 26, 1894. No. 9. 










The Wellesley Magazine is published monthly, from October to June, by a board of editors chosen 
from the Senior Class. 

All literary contributions may be sent to Miss M. G. Caldwell, Wellesley College, Wellesley, Mass. 

All items of college interest, and communications to be inserted in the department of Free Press, will be 
received by Miss Sarah C. Weed, Wellesley College, Wellesley, Mass. 

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Hail, Tree Day, hail! While bending skies of azure 
Speak to our hearts a message sweet and glad, 
Pour out a joy that knows no measure, 
Empty thy cup of purest pleasure, 
And freely spread thou forth thy treasure. 
Hail, Tree Day, hail! We cannot then be sad. 

Nature around now joins our singing, — 
List to her music softly ringing, 
All courage, joy and comfort bringing, 
Hail, Tree Day, hail! 

Hail, Tree Day, hail! We answer to thy summons, 
As loyally we've answered oft before. 


Once from the sea, a long voyage over, 
Once from the Court of wisdom rover, 
Once from the haunts of bird and clover, 
Hail, Tree Day, hail! We come to thee once more. 

Hail, Tree Day, hail ! Right royal is thy welcome, 
Gracious the greeting which to thee is brought, 

Nasturtiums bright — glad jubilation, 

Eoses, sweet peas, full of elation, 

Young daffodilly, sweet carnation, 
Hail, Tree Day, hail ! For thee with fragrance fraught. 

Hail, Tree Day, hail! Dost see the waving branches? 

Hark to the message which they now unfold. 
See'st thou the silver willow bending? 
Sycamore, evergreen attending, 
And Tupelo, white pine grace lending? 

Hail, Tree Day, hail! To thee the homage told. 

Hail, Tree Day, hail! Accept our gladsome service. 

Thine has it been, and thine shall be alway, 
Over Time's waves, so swiftly flowing, 
Grant that these melodies faint growing, 
May e'er with thine own joy be glowing, 

Hail, Tree Day, hail! All hail to thee, Tree Day! 


HAIL, Tree Day, hail ! Hail to all nature, glad in thy festival ! Hail to 
thy memories, and hail to thy promise ! Hail to the friends that fill 
up thy joy ! 

The waves of thought recede, and returning, fling high up the strand of 
the present, memories of the past, memories of aspirations wherein the soul 
mounts higher, of struggles whereby the soul grows stronger ; memories of 
temptations met and mastered, of victories hoped and realized ; memories 
of friendship in whose aspiration there was striving and attainment ; and 
finally, the memory of that life for two years lived among us, in that " high 
scholarship, staunch integrity, and rare sympathy " which inspires to the 
noblest efforts. Such memories add an undertone of sadness, but all the 
fuller and the richer, for the minor strain, shall be the note of welcome we 
extend to you to-day. 


With gratitude and appreciation we greet the benefactor of our college, 
and the guardians of its welfare. 

With earnest, loving greeting, we turn to you who, in the four years 
through which you have trained our intellect and "guided our search for 
truth," have brought into our lives the richer experience of high and noble 
fellowship, the inspiration of strong lives, lived not for themselves alone, the 
sympathy and helpfulness born of a larger knowledge, and a deeper insight 
into those problems which must so soon confront us. 

Almost inaudible is the note of sadness in the greeting we bring you, our 
merry companions and trusted friends, — you who are to carry on the work 
which we have begun, to do what we have attempted, and to attain where 
we have striven. To you, as in the succeeding years you shall stand where 
we do to-day, Ninety-four would offer her cordial greeting, her sincere good 
wishes and her earnest congratulations. 

But the minor note rises and swells, and almost drowns the strain of glad- 
ness in our greeting, as we turn to you for whom this Tree Day rings the 
first chimes of the Angelus of your college day. For you, then, is the 
greeting of closest friendship. Together we have lived and thought, together 
dreamed and realized, accomplished and failed, and to-day, bound by these 
ties, united in a common friendship, we stand upon the heights our own 
dead selves have raised, from height to height advancing as we have done 
"ye nexte thynge," always remembering, 

" He who flagg'd not in the earthly strife, 
From strength to strength advancing — only he, 
His soul well-knit and all his hattles won, 
Mounts, and that hardly, to eternal life." 

Then once again, to one and all Ninety-four gives greeting, for one and 
all she brings best wishes, with one and all she leaves her last farewell. 

Lizbeth Gertrude Angell, '94. 


" A fool must now and then be right by chance." 

OWELLESLEY folks, just look a little pleasant, please ! The Wise 
j Fool appears, not to benumb attention, but to offer remarks charged 
with emotion, luminous as a Stone Hall corridor, aesthetic as a plank walk, 
brief as a Students' Concert. Her reliability is unequalled, save by the 
Norumbega bell or the probability of oranges at dinner. Though communi- 
cative as a freshman history class, and ancient as the Backwoodsman 
himself, she will no more flatter than the class photographer. She will sur- 
feit you with jokes like the Ninety-three Legenda. Malice she bears toward 
none, save anonymous abstractors of umbrellas, overshoes and library refer- 
ence books. Naught hateth she but the safety ink-well, the leaky fountain- 
pen and the post-office key. The thread of her discourse is warranted as 
exciting as the " reading of the minutes of the previous meetings," and, if 
lost, can be obtained at the general office, — if identified by persons of 
unimpeachable veracity. Unwelcome advice will be posted on the general 
bulletin board, that there may be no likelihood of its ever being read. 

To the faculty, the Wise Fool is wise enough to say nothing. She offers 
congratulations on the general clearness of papyrograph papers, and the 
high stage of development attained by office hours, able to stand alone. 
True, she is somewhat disturbed over the public announcement that a distin- 
guished member of the mathematics department is soon to give lessons in 
dancing and aesthetics, — but of this, more anon. Her heart has bled at the 
sight of grave professors dusting their recitation rooms, in the lack of suffi- 
cient freshmen to perform .domestic work. She is prepared, at a moment's 
notice, to fight a duel with that photographer who stated that " sittings on 
the faculty " would soon be made. In behalf of '94, the Wise Fool takes 
solemn pleasure in presenting you with one thousand bound volumes of 
Special Topics and Student Lectures, in covers of imitation calf, deeply 
bordered with green, and suggestive of absolutely nothing but midnight 

With you, '95, the case is different. The Wise Fool knows that you were 
selected for the recent experiments in the new curriculum and junior regis- 
tration, that, in case of failure, as little valuable material as possible might 


be sacrificed. Therefore she will charitably expend upon you all the advice 
you are capable of comprehending. '95, if you attended chapel more fre- 
quently, you would have heard before this that "Love vaunteth not itself." 
But why rest on your laurels at all ? Poor souls, poor souls, a more minute 
pillow 't would be hard to find ! Because of your hoarded ammunition in 
the past, you are expected to do some fine sharp-shooting, so far as the 
Magazine columns go. And where, O where are those junior teas you 
begged '94 to substitute for Prom.? Can it be you have imitated your 
ancestors of revolutionary fame, and thrown your tea overboard in rebel- 
lion ? '95, why did you establish the precedent of wearing flowers when you 
debate ? Is it artfully to distract attention from your unsound arguments, 
or is it consolation for the flowery language prohibited by your instructor? 
By the way, it is a significant fact, that in the so-called junior open debate, 
one of the four speakers was a senior, another a sophomore. Why, O why 
did it take you so long to elect your senior president ? Do you adjourn and 
ballot, adjourn and ballot, for variety's sake, or for lack of Robert's Rules 
of Order? Are senior elections secondary to Glee Club concerts? Do you 
go home early because too lazy to continue your meetings, or in order to 
rest your poor befuddled brains? You had no reason to be ashamed of your 
candidates — neither was indigenous to your soil — why, then, did you veil 
them in secrecy? '95, right here the college must be notified of the reason 
'95's cheer was not heard at the Special Flag Raising on Tree Day, a year 
ago — your estimable organization had serenely absented itself, to have its 
photograph taken. 

One day, '95, when the Wise Fool was examining you under a compound 
microscope, your virtues slipped into the field. Though your college career 
resembles a gift book, embellished with cuts, you are as economical of brain 
force as '94 is extravagant. Combining special topics and forensics makes 
gray matter go a long way when one hasn't much to spare, and there are 
many pages to cover. The Wise Fool would not be at all surprised to hear 
that you have given up Senior Day, — there being absolutely nothing with 
which you could combine it. You emulate the manners of George Wash- 
ington, — 'tis well, though late in life. But why not go a step farther in 
the right direction? Cut down your tree ! Only half maple is better than 
all maple, to be sure, but a course in botany, with sycamore field work, 


would repay you more than tons of maple sugar bestowed upon you in 

Wax not so complacent, '95. A Roman triumph, with only gifts as tro- 
phies, is but reflected glory, however loudly boasted. Five feet was not so 
great a feat — ask '96. And when you pull out of your pie plums gathered, 
stoned and baked by '94, and have opened your mouth to shout, " What a 
big boy am I ! " just tabulate the fact that '94, though perfectly willing to 
be umpire of all your constitutional difficulties, really feels quite competent 
to appoint her own committees without your gratuitous assistance. It gives 
the Wise Fool joy to prove '94's compassion for your brief career, by bestow- 
ing one thousand choice suggestions, culled from Daily Themes, to entice 
you through the mazes of that course next year. And to the first row of 
seniors that are to be, '94 bequeaths the delight and responsibility of getting 
up in chapel the instant the hymn begins. Did you expect '94 would leave 
you Senior Day? You look relieved, and so does '94. 

'96, the Wise Fool feels that you've really succeeded in one thing — 
" Being your ain sels," " Much Ado About Nothing." But you'll never get 
a matriculation card in Poly Con, if you spend fifty dollars on an honorary 
member's pin, and pay out four hundred dollars for a boat, scorning a fine 
second-hand one offered at half-price. Entertainments may pay up your 
debts, '96, but the habit sticks. However, you are not noted for scholar- 
ship, but for adorning the corridors, and perhaps it is just as well to try to 
be ornamental, if one cannot be useful — though you make a bad mistake 
in being sentimental. The college is in need of spoons, but not that kind. 
You exert an influence, '96. This was shown by the unusual quiet in the 
Main Building the night you magnanimously resolved to keep the rules. 
You can do almost anything in the dark, however, as the bumps on your 
faces testify. You are always in a hurry to get out of chapel ahead of the 
seniors, '96, but in other respects you are too slow. Even your tree hasn't 
quite waked up in time for Tree Day, though its lack of verdancy matters 
little if you are near. '96, the advice of the Wise Fool is, to use technical 
terms, " Take a brace." If you wish to be happy, don't waste valuable time 
searching chemical laboratories for H 2 0. Don't wash your hair with sul- 
phuric acid. Don't devote much energy to serenading. Don't fail to study 
statistics as to the origin of half-shells and boat-houses, before making 


speeches at launchings. Don't spread a report that '94 stands in awe of '96. 
You might be called upon to furnish evidence, and that would be embar- 
rassing — for you. 

You usually mean well, '96, though you are terribly careless about elevator 
etiquette ; and you do have a pretty stiff programme. Like the lark, you 
are rapidly dying of early rising, and may in time become extinct — who 
knows? Indeed, you labor fairly well under some conditions, but do not 
let diaphragmatic action and the devitalization of the lower jaw prove too 
discouraging. Persevere, and you may even yet become a Wise Fool. Would 
you like to become a Wise Fool, '96 ? Only get wisdom, and the deed is 
accomplished. To you, her humble worshiper, '94 presents most tenderly 
the shades of Senior Day, her old forensics for your use next year, and all 
her senior privileges — second-hand, 'tis true, but none the worse for wear. 

'97, the Wise Fool welcomes these wandering gypsies most heartily. It 
is only since your arrival that the small boys began to hunt for greens upon 
the campus. You were a long time getting started, but large bodies move 
slowly — without ponies. You are useful in the college, '97. Were it not 
for you, many lectures would have had no audience to speak of. The Wise 
Fool is interested in you ; in your athletic enthusiasm and devotion to the 
Playstead, your cheerful view of the financial situation, and your biological 
interest in snakes. She admires the precocious discrimination shown by 
your fear to entrust Tree Day secrets to the Legenda Board ; but, in view 
of the fact that those very Tree Day secrets, with all possible and impossi- 
ble details, appeared in a prominent newspaper a month ago, she deems you 
fit objects of her best advice. Remember, then, — and let others pardon a 
necessary simplicity of speeeh — that the College Settlements Association is 
not established for the payment of laundry bills and broken crockery. That 
exact statistics as to the average age of the faculty are among the few things 
not required in the entrance exams. That it is a fatal breach of college 
courtesy to ask a senior whether she has ever been conditioned. That Harriet 
Martineau is not a member of the freshman class. That wholesome bread, 
simple crackers and nourishing milk are far more appropriate than nine 
courses at freshman spreads. That a knowledge of Greek does not imply 
admission to the Greek-letter societies. That a free use of the senior ward- 
robe and Society Hall is not safe for freshmen. That tackling is unfair, even 


in the War of the Roses. You may remember a certain war of snowballs, 
whose decision is pending still. '97, a word from the wise to the wise ought 
to be sufficient. Gaze upon '96's Tupelo yonder, and devote yourself to 
that branch of horticulture which concerns itself with trees, that yours too 
may not pine away and die. '97, begin thus early in your youth to reflect 
that it is always well to decide whether or no you will have Senior Day, 
before you elect your Senior Day speakers. And finally, if you must elect 
them by a three-fourths quorum, do sit up all night and complete the work, 
for when once that quorum is gone, there is no knowing when you will ever 
see it again. '97, the class of '94, having done her best to influence you by 
her enforced presence in the Main Building all this year, now bestows upon 
you, her pet and plaything, all the proofs of her class photographs, believing 
these, numerically speaking, to be the best proof of her affection. And, 
that you may not flunk the remainder of your college course, for lack of an 
inspiration, '94 also bequeaths to you her voluminous note-books — not 
knowing what else to do with them. 

'98, the Wise Fool sees in you the first-fruits of the elective system — a 
working knowledge of the solar spectrum in earliest infancy. She therefore 
hopefully proffers the following Rules of Conduct, believing they will keep 
your tender feet from many a snare and pitfall : (1) The library entrance 
is not the best place for confidential talks, and impromptu receptions in 
library alcoves are decidedly bad form. (2) Scorn not the duties of facto- 
tum. They fit one admirably for the work of a ward politician. (3) Encour- 
age not the presence of your canine friends in the vicinity of chapel. 'Tis 
not profitable for them or you. (4) Inaugurate the precedent of photo- 
graphing all committees. It will be their only reward in this life. (5) When 
infected with " Wellesley rush," meditate upon the calm deliberation with 
which the college grounds are cultivated. (6) Do not, in a moment of 
rashness, don the cap and gown, for to wear these sacred symbols reversed, 
may be more of a trial than you think. Finally, 'tis true that the excuse 
blank has been reformed, and wires surround the lonely spears of grass on 
Art Building Hill, but there remains one service for you, having the cour- 
age of youth, to perform for Alma Mater. Calculate the weight avoirdupois of 
the heavy articles in the Wellesley Magazine — a new field for original 
investigation, just opening up, which will do far more to benefit your fellow- 


men than the cruel circulation of questions on " colored hearing." '94 holds 
out as a reward, dear child, her latest patent for a rattle — senior dignity in 
cap and gown. 

Specials, ye everlasting specials, the Wise Fool has at last discovered the 
reason for your existence — a problem whose solution was given up as hope- 
less long ago. They say you don't do anything — you don't even flunk 
and go home, but the Wise Fool knows better. You brighten the cheerless 
catacombs with conversation, every word of which is distinctly heard in the 
faculty parlor above. Specials, the Wise Fool will not presume to advise 
you — most of you have seen more years of life than she. She makes you, 
instead, the custodian of '94's fame and reputation, believing thus its preser- 
vation will remain assured forever. 

'94 ! '94 ! the Wise Fool has kept a log-book of your four years' voyage, 
and, as you have parted with all your possessions, except the Wabanannung, 
she presents you with this, hoping it may take their place. Open its pages, 
stained with salt water, crumpled by wind-storms. Do you remember that 
perilous passage with the Legenda on board, when you nearly capsized 
because you did not understand the chart ? Do you recall deep waters of 
resignations — not conducive to resignation — when you would have gone 
to the bottom of the sea, if the old ship had not stood firm and staunch ? 

Ah ! '94, yours has been no aimless sailing of a pleasure yacht, as the 
log-book shows. You have been for war, for war ! — you, who placed the 
first half-shell on Waban and established the crews on a physical basis ; you, 
who put through the boat-house, being chairman and treasurer of its 
committee; you, who founded two societies and introduced political ral- 
lies among college interests. You have started new ideas, waged fierce 
contests against great odds, taken high stand, and the prescribed courses in 
physics and conic sections gave you a backbone which stood you in good 
stead. You have been ground so often that the dross has fallen away, and 
your true worth is seen at last. Friction vanished when once you reached 
your rightful sphere, the top. But there is no longer any necessity to boast, 
'94, for there your work stands to speak for itself. " Let the deed shaw." 

You will leave a large part of yourself here in Wellesley, '94, a large part 
of your heart and your labors, when you go out — to compose monographs 
for the Wellesley library, or to create alumnae notes for the Wellesley 


Magazine; to adorn teachers' agencies and political caucuses, or to lose 
your trains by ventilating railroad stations. But you will go out, even as you 
have lived, not accomplishing all that could be wished, but ever keeping in 
the front of progress, stepping to life's music with the old-time courage and 
steadfastness ; and the cheerful nasturtiums will still light up your pathway ; 
" Doe ye nexte thynge " will still be a watchword ; the green and silver 
will wave triumphantly over many another battle-field; and willow branches 
will mean laurel boughs. 

Alice Welch Kellogg, '94. 


Now Nature throws her gates ajar 

Of sea and sky and hill, 
And bids the organ winds afar 

Her temple's vastness fill. 

The pozan swells itsvolumed tone 

In chords majestic, free, 
Or shrills, like spirit heavenward flown, 

Its perfect ecstasy. 

Lo! At the inmost shrine, all rife 

With incense, as ye bow 
Ye ask of Nature, " What is life ? " 
And she gives answer, " Row ?" 

Do you see? Do you hear? 

'Tis as steady and clear 
As the call of the thrush from the tree; 

'Tis as soft and as low 

As the voluhle flow 
Of the hrook on his way to the sea. 

"It is June," comes the lay, 

And all hearts are so gay, 
Earth is drunken with fullness of powers. 

"Love, love!" is the glee 

Of the wind and the sea, 
And the sigh of the hee-wedded flowers. 



Each sod is astir 

With a thrill and a hlur — 
Wee creatures that pine for the light; 

Each palpitant cell 

Of the leaf is a well 
Whence flow living founiains of might. 

Yet above and through all, 

As the sunlight doth fall, 
Is the throb of a mighty unrest. 

You may feel, if you will, 

Creation stand still 
In awe of its hopes unpossessed, — 

Till fainting, it fades 

To the wintery shades, 
And its quest? Ah, but one thing is sure; 

Somewhere in the bourn 

Whence the season's return, 
The quest and its answer endure. 

So do they wait, earth's sisterhood! 

Unconscious and unblest; 
They wear the soul's divinest mood, 

The sign of man's unrest. 

So do they seek! As grows the moon 

From arc to perfect round; 
They grope in darkness for life's boon, 

What, think ye, have they found? 


Sleep, sleep, — 

Sisters, then sleep! 
Cloudlets are drifting like dreams to the west,- 

Dream, dream, — 

Borne on a stream, 
Helpless obey we its blind behest. 

High, high, — 

See, through the sky 
Flees the new moon like a dream to the west. 

Dim, dim, 

Shadowy rim, 
Blossoms the full moon within her breast. 


Sweet, sweet! 

Flying so fleet, 
Vision thou art of our own still unrest. 

Lo, lo! 

Give us to know 
What thou dost seek in thy lonely quest! 

Far, far, 

Now to each star 
Hear the winds whisper the answer, hush! 

Hist, hist! 

If we but list, 
Dew-fallen murmurs around us may brush. 

Sisters, O hush ! 

The moon shall reveal 

Secret of what we feel. 

So patiently dream, 

Till the brightening beam 

Of the full moon shall gleam 

Upon us! 

Sleep, then sleep! 

The stars of incense dimly shine 

And slow the ocean's peal 
Blends with the wind as round the shrine 

Life's shadows seem to steal. 

From Nature's veiled lips there pour 

The sad prophetic lays 
Of souls self-fettered to the shore 

Where useless past decays. 

She lifts against the lives misspent, 

In parables her word 
Of warning and of comfort blent, 

And thus her voice is heard. 

Nor in the soul of Nature true 

Alone the longing hides; 
The soul of man is guided too 

By unexplained tides, 

By their mysterious instinct swayed 
To leave the sheltering home 

Of love and faith and, undismayed, 
Obey the ocean's come. 


O the waves sweep in 

From the tossing rim 
Of the ocean dim and gray! 

'Neath the trampling beat 

Of the wind's swift feet, 
Their proud necks bend and sway. 

Then caught in the yellows 

Of sparkling shallows, 
The billows curve and rear, — 

White foam flung out 

Like a trumpet shout — 
And the sands lie stripped and bare. 

So life sweeps in 

From its mystic rim, 
In the tide of a strong desire ; 

And ye feel the beat 

Of its impulse sweet, 
Feel strength and will flash higher. 

And "Come" is the call 

From horizon wall, 
And "Come" from the far unknown; 

" O, come," she lures 

" To my fairer shores! " 
And the soul replies, " I come." 

So ye are pilgrims from afar, 

To find new worlds are fain, 
And, led by will-o'-wisp or star, 

Have launched upon the main. 

O, think not that before you gleams 

The harbor ye have sought 
In youth, or that your prophet dreams 

To noblest fact are wrought. 

Ye sought the realm where glories lure, 

Beyond the sunset bar 
Whose shining surf breaks high and pure 

Beneath the western star. 

Where thought shall be as lucent pearls, 
Full-jewelled, though, with pain; 

Where love shall smooth his tangled curls 
And smile at you again. 


And Faith, — ah, through the robe of doubt 
Her wings, unbound, shall shine, 

The dust and ashes, dull without, 
Become a crown divine. 

You thought your voyage ended here? 

Unworthy then your quest; 
Life opens wider still her sphere 

Of ideals unpossessed. 

Before you stretches still her sea, 

Wide, beautiful and lone ; 
And still through clouds of phantasy 

The changeless stars look down. 

Ye listen for life's sobbing beat 

On isles beyond your view, 
Whose shining prophecies retreat 

As still your souls pursue. 

O, think ye there to drink life's cup 
In draughts full, rich and clear, 

While ye keep still the barriers up 
Of self against it here, — 

While still with feverish hearts astrain 

To conquer life, ye heed 
Nor cry for help, nor voiceless pain, 

Nor your own nature's need? 

Ye dull! how oft God's tender calm 

Has bid you stay ! How oft 
Has wrapped you, as with subtle balm, 

Has soothed with touches soft! 

"More Life," ye cry! O, 'tis no star, 

No distant goal is life ; 
It lies around you, not afar, 

God's peace around your strife. 

It beats and throbs, a godlike "must," 

Its fullness on your lack, 
While ye toil night and day to thrust 

Its mighty surges back. 

Ye make of friendship, habit, God, — 

Close walls of self, then fret 
Against the rigid measuring-rod 

Which ye yourselves have set. 


Ye fain would walk life's waves, yet fear 

Doth make of truth a wraith 
Until it speaks, " Lo, I am here, 

O, ye of little faith." 

Afraid to think the daring thought, 

Or in the deed untried 
To feel a message soulward brought 

From that which shall abide, — 

Ye bind your souls to what is proved, 

Cramp down each impulse vast 
Which stirs within, and hold unmoved 

The shore-tradition — fast. 

So are ye safe ! Ah, vain ! The truth 

Ye cling to in your past 
Hath burst its form, and left your youth 

Its broken shell, upcast. 

And now, before you on the sea, 

It joins the spirit's call; 
What was, what is, and what shall be, — 

The Future holds them all. 

O, sailors, comrades on life's sea, 

Or sad or wise or gay, 
Be sure your lives, if brave and free, 

Can never lose their way. 

And would ye know what ye have sought 

And what the truth shall give? 
Be not content within your thought 

To compass life, but live. 

Through searching, loving, working find 

A life the truest fact. 
God's angels see; on you, His blind, 

He laid the blessing " act." 

Then lift your heads in noble scorn 

Of doubt, and face the west; 
Behind the sunset lurks the dawn, 

Behind your search, its quest. 

Then greet the Future with a cheer, 

The past mistaken scorn ; 
A new day opens wide its sphere, 

All hail the unknown dawn. 

Julia Sticvkns Buffington, '94. 



Thy dear groves and hills so green, 

Thy lake of sun-lit gold, 
We with loving eyes have seen, 

And in loving hearts shall hold. 
So the olive of the moss, 

The gold of autumn groves, 
And the pine that rough winds toss, 

Loyal Ninety-seven loves. 


Alma Mater, Alma Mater ! 

We, thy daughters, praise and love thee. 
Alma Mater, Alma Mater ! 

Our best we bring to thee. 
Like our flower, so full of light, 

Our golden daffodil, 
May our lives be brave and bright, 

Full of sunshine and good-will. 
Not content to nurse and dream, 

Swift action be our law, 
And our purpose not to seem, 

But to act and " Let the deed shaw." 

Julia Davenport Randall. 


FAR into the night I watched my simmering philtre in yon swinging 
caldron. I awaited that most sacred hour when with the archest 
magic of our race I might read the future. Nor did I wait in vain — once 
again did the stars forewarn me. And of a truth 'twas a strange conjunc- 
tion of the shining prophets — one full of meaning. Our favorite planets, 
clear and brilliant, in the ascendency, were approaching others which I 
knew not. Mars declining. All bespoke a friendly conclave of the nations. 
More, however, I could not read of certainty ; but from the old traditions of 
this land I learn, O gentle guests, that 'tis your honored custom to meet 
with such wandering tribes as we, who tarry for a time among you, and to 


ask them, as it were, for their passport to your own good favor. We, a tribe 
of simple-hearted gypsies, are nothing loath to do as you require. We have 
much to tell you. On this festive day which you have chosen, we are most 
glad to welcome you to our shady forest glades, and to let you witness the 
mystic rites and ceremonies of our race. At last would we declare to you 
the symbols by which in future you may know us, the facts and emblems 
from which you may learn our tastes, our virtues and high aims. Of our 
loyalty to our "College Beautiful," this land in which we have cast our lot, 
we will let our deeds in past and future tell you all. See them aright and 
never for an instant will you doubt us. 

When, a band of free and freedom-loving gypsies, we did, in our strange 
wanderings, cross the borders of this land, 'twas with many doubts and 
fears — naught knew we of its laws and customs. But full propitious on 
the eve of our arrival were the auguries of our destiny — our energy and high 
aspirations, our own great stars. How faithful they are as prophets, our 
life, our deeds and actions will most truly tell you. In our journey to this 
our present resting place, not one among us but had many conflicts with the 
forces chemical, mathematical, and, mayhap, physical which did try to over- 
come us. How well we conquered, our numbers here must tell you. We 
passed the one great obstacle placed in our path by the magistrates of the 
land, seemingly to prevent our unconditioned entrance. But enter it we 
did, all our great host, the largest in the land. Soon we learned to climb 
the hills, even one snow-covered did we climb with ease. And at the sum- 
mit of each one were we never slow to make the best of what we found, 
even were it an ice-bound fort filled with crafty sophomores, who met us not 
with weapons we had chosen, but with deep and complex strategein, which 
did put us to a disadvantage in the contest. We, in our former merry life, 
had been accustomed to open play, and understood them not. But here 
another time were our good planets gracious. Truly, think you not, they 
have proved ever faithful in their prophecies of our good fortune. 

Aud that we might in future follow this same straight path to victory, 
by which our destiny has so far led us, we did express the principle which 
should ever guide us, which, pointing out the way to conscientious action, 
should ever bid us not to tarry by the way in idle boasting, but to "' let the 
deed shaw " what we are. And so, taking on ourselves this vow, we have 


let our colors show something of our character and tell better than any 
words of ours, the end for which we strive. They are the gold and olive. 
Not the green, we would remind you, which characterizes the verdancy of 
early spring, and which suggests to some jesting, thoughtless spirits igno- 
rance and immaturity, but the olive have we chosen, the olive of some- 
what later growth, telling of life and vigor, having in it the possibilities of 
development and the promise of the glorious autumn fruitage. This 
promise our gold bespeaks, and for some reminder of it, for our own encour- 
agement, need we but turn to our golden daffodil, the flower we have made 
our own. Can we but obey the dictates of your honest face, O sprightly 
daffodil, this land and all its people must be at least a little happier because 
we have chosen thy bright light-hearted n ess to be our inspiration. And 
also you, O sturdy white pine, who, in the golden afterglow of sunset, do 
wear in such perfect harmony our colors, you have we made our own. We 
dream of you as a tree with wide-spreading branches, one more ornament 
for our " College Beautiful." May you grow straight and true and strong 
and ever upward toward the light. May you be to us and to every wan- 
derer in Wellesley's woods a symbol of the truth, the strength, the stead- 
fastness, we admire. 

Margarette D. PuringtojSt, '97. 


UR heartiest greetings, little sisters, I would tender. To-day, from every 
garden and forest have come the roses, red and white, in gala array. 
From their midst they send me fluttering down, every petal a-quiver with 
gladness and mirth, to welcome you, '97. Though you are waiting now to 
say you do not need the warnings and advice of the roses, yet we love you, 
'97 ; we have your interests deep at heart. We know that you are yet 
young in the ways of the world, and since our petals are a little fuller 
blown, and we have faced the bitter winds a little longer, we would say, 
give some heed to our advice. 

So the roses have bade me tell you a little story. Now, once there was a 
beautiful forest, into which, every year, there came some new flower to be 


watered by the springs of knowledge welling up throughout the forest. 
The flowers lovingly called this woodland " Alma Mater." One year, there 
came into its glades a tiny bud ; quiet and uninteresting it was called. But 
one bright morning, the flowers found that the quiet bud had bloomed into a 
delicate white rose, who pricked them sharply for their taunts. 

So the buds bloomed aud opened wider, until, on the great forest gala 
day, the roses carried off the laurels, as to-day, little hoyden gypsy, we expect 
you to do. 

When again the forest was resplendent in autumn glory, another bud was 
admitted, a tiny green thing. On and on they came, buds innumerable, 
until the forest could hold no more. Two virtues marked them all: their 
deep reverence for the nasturtium, imposing in cap and gown, and their 
love of activity. All day they chased the bright butterflies, or tossed the 
snowy thistledown at each other, or at the roses. Well might they flutter 
about in these airy sports; they had the time. 

Back in the early history of the forest, the wells of knowledge were dug 
very deep, and to drink of them, the flowers must needs dip deeply in. Often 
the plunge was fatal, many were drowned. But e'er these little green buds 
came, the wells were repaired, the waters of knowledge brought nearer the 
surface. Only slightly need the young flowers clip for their draught. Thus 
they were blessed with golden leisure to chase their favorite phantom. What 
marvels they were ! How they strove, and trained, and trained again ! How 
the venerable forest was overhauled to find the grassiest spot of all for their 

Yet with all their training, despite their marvellous agility, when a mighty 
breeze at midyear blew, and the waters were very turbulent, many of the 
buds were broken by the blast; many engulfed by the surging wateis; 
many, though not destroyed, fatally bent. So, e'er the buds had time to 
open, many were gone, and the flowers never knew what they would have 
been. But soon the poor bedraggled buds raised up their heads, and in the 
sunshine that came after the storm, they began to bloom. 

Little girls, what do you think they became ? Out from the tiny green 
coverings peeped little yellow tips ; and lo ! they blossomed forth dainty 
daffodils, in whose bright faces we saw our own little '97. 

Once, '96, longing for a frolic, invited her little sisters of the daffodils to 


a snow-fight. Though one small maid was heard to lisp, " I think it's real 
mean in '96 to challenge us, when we were just going to challenge them," 
yet they accepted the summons ; they made the rules and chose the weapons, 
too. But in the fervor of the fight, they forgot the weapons they had 
chosen, and alas ! they used their little hands. They forgot the rules they 
had made, and e'er long, by their Herculean strength, they were tossing 
their smallest members, despite their frightened protests, among the chil- 
dren of the roses. But '96 forgave them ; they were such little girls. 

At last, at last, '97 was to have a class meeting ! Perhaps it was the sage 
advice received long ago from '95, when she told '96 that " hazing was a 
relic of barbarism " ; or perhaps it was the naturally angelic tendencies of 
the rose children that prompted them to disappoint their little sisters. Be 
that as it may, '97's candidates suffered needlessly, locked up in the dark, 
for the class meeting reached its close in safety. 

Soon after this, a little '97, who had drunk more deeply of the forest 
waters than many of her class, was allowed to join the ranks of the rose 
children. When, to the consternation of all, this little girl sorely vexed and 
grieved her tiny sisters by masquerading in the sacred cap and gown, the 
naughty sprites disowned her, and sought to lay her sin at the door of the 
unimpeachable rose children. They only smiled and said that yellow daffo- 
dils could never be white roses. 

I grieve to tell it, but after the novelty of the first class meeting, quorums 
were ideals to be sought for in the '97 assemblies. One night, the weary 
little factotum, unsuccessful in her search for classmates, asked two of the 
rose children to "please help fill the vacant places." They, fearing to cor- 
rupt their world-renowned morals, refused the invitation. 

Now the time had come when '97 must choose colors that should repre- 
sent her in the forest world. So with loyal devotion still to her revered 
eldest sister, and with a modesty becoming her years, she chose — green, 
representative of her primeval state, they thought in the forest, for they 
hoped '97 would outlive her verdancy ; but by her tree she told them she 
was " ever-green." 

And now, '97, that, as a dainty flower you have peeped forth from your 
green coverings, though you tell us you shall ever remain within them, we 
do not despair. The roses extend to you their heartiest congratulations 


upon your beautiful Tree Day, and are glad to have honored you by tender- 
ing the services of the chiefest of the roses. 

One word of advice we leave you. Since all the year you have been blest 
by our rare influence, we know that you will profit by the example so stead- 
fastly held before you, and we would say with feeling, " Be good, and you'll 
be happy " — but you won't have any fun ! 

Though your path through the forest has been smoothed before you, yet 
you are treading it well, and it is with pride and pleasure that I hand the 
spade to you. Dig deeper in the wells of knowledge, drink of their sat- 
isfying draughts, and when the waters become turbulent, and the winds beat 
fiercely round you, know, little "daffy-down-dilly," that you have always a 
staunch friend in the roses, red or white. 

Agnes L. Caldwell, '96. 



ITH great pleasure have we been listening to your pretty story. 
Perhaps we might more appropriately call it a romance ; for a 
romance, — do you remember your rhetoric ? — "is a record of those things 
which we pretend are real, while all the time we know they are not." But 
call it what you will, we have been delightfully entertained. 

This has been a gala day for us gypsies. For a long time have we been 
looking forward to this hour with mingled pleasure and fear; the pleasure 
which naturally comes at the prospect of associating with civilized people, 
and the fear which is becoming to us in approaching such superior beings. 
In our midst there are very wise fortune-tellers, who have told us wondrous 
things about you. Said they to us, " On that day you will hear the most 
eloquent words that woman can utter, and before long you will be glad to 
change your wild life to one of wisdom and culture." Thus spake the for- 
tune-tellers, and they were not far wrong. 

But far be it from us to change our manner of life to yours. Were it not 
for our out-door sports and freedom, we might not so far excel you in 
basket-ball and rowing. We have seen with our own eyes that wonderful 
skiff of yours, for the sake of which you have denied yourselves spring 


gowns and other luxuries. Although your voyage in life has heretofore 
been successful, we wish to join your other friends in warning you not to 
tip over. You know a college education ought to broaden one's views, and 
it is sometimes dangerous to be too narrow. But if your bonny " bird of 
the lake " should bring you to grief, call for '97, who will gladly come to 
your rescue and bring your scattered birdlings home. 

Since you have been reminded of it once before to-day, please recall to 
your minds again that snowball fight. We know you have tried hard to 
forget it, and indeed we do not wonder. In "one point, however, you deserve 
congratulations. Perhaps you remember that you yourselves gave us the 
chance to defeat you. Or, to speak quite plainly, it was '96 who forestalled 
our plan by giving the challenge for that battle. It was hard for some of 
us to interpret the very high spirits of the sophomores just before that 
memorable contest ; but the reason came out in due time and touched us 
all with its pathos. When they gave us that challenge, it was the veiy first 
time the '96's ever got ahead of anybody. Surely we can pardon you for 
feeling elated, and we feel like saying, "Try again, big sister; if you had 
had our advantages, it would not be such a strange experience for you." 
This historic battle also brought to our notice your sweet, unselfish natures, 
so very apparent in some of your nnmber. How delightful to our ears was 
your sweet "Excuse me," which came like soothing balm after your hard- 
est snowballs. The shrinking, sensitive side of your nature, which we saw 
so plainly at that time, makes us all the more surprised at your warlike 
character to-day". But we would humbly suggest that in the next struggle 
you lose it would be better not to do quite so much tackling. Then you 
will not have sore consciences to aggravate the pain from your wounded 
eyes. But we see on your faces unmistakable signs of repentance, so we 
will forgive you. 

I wonder why you rejoice with such unseemly mirth over our rather late 
organization. That it was not our fault we have surely proved to you, by 
doing in two weeks work which kept you occupied for two months. We 
have always tried to give j'ou credit for the same amount of courage we 
ourselves had, but where was the hazing we so confidently expected ? Per- 
haps you were frightened when last year you tried your power on little '97. 
No wonder then you did not dare attack the whole of us. Now let me 


explain to you the fright which you say you saw on our faces before our 
class election. That was purely a freak of fancy, due to your last year's 
memories, or it may have been simply the reflection from your own faces. 
Do not for a moment think we lay the lack of hazing to want of energy on 
your part. No doubt you were spending your strength on your lessons like 
the dutiful children you are. 

Perhaps you have noticed as I have, a strange transformation to-day. 
You have heard the white rose actually boasting her own superiority over 
our gleaming daffodil. Does that seem to you consistent with the proverbial 
modesty of the white rose? We would not wish to wither her with scorn, 
for she might completely hide her head, but if her character to-day is truly 
being her "ain sel," then we are disappointed in the lovely white rose. 
Which shall have the brighter record and be more true to its colors, the 
white rose or the daffodil, we are willing to wait and " let the deed shaw." 

At this point we want to thank you for your kind advice, so graciously 
given to-day and at the beginning of the year. At first we felt a little 
puffed up to think we were the few honored ones to receive such wise 
counsels. Our pride, however, was somewhat humbled when we saw that 
you favored every one, even the seniors, with your words of wisdom. Do 
you recall that demure senior opposite who meekly trotted to the bread- 
room at your bidding? She, at least, will never forget with what kindness 
you greeted her on her return, and with what condescension you explained 
to her the workings of the college. This, of, course, happened before the 
arrival of the caps and gowns. Since that time we give you credit for 
showing a little more discernment. 

In speaking of caps and gowns, I am reminded that only recently have 
you realized the difference between this costume and ordinary raiment. 
Did you not find to your sorrow that the "divinity which doth hedge" a '94 
is not entirely due to the virtue of the cap and gown ? We admire your 
lofty aspirations, but we shall learn from you that the shortest way to senior 
dignity does not lie through appropriating their outward apparel. For some 
reason — I cannot tell why — the word presumption keeps coming to my 
mind. Of course it has no connection with your class, so I will banish it 
from my thoughts. 


From my long neglect of the subject in hand, you will soon begin to think 
that " I hesitate to call a spade a spade." '97 takes with gratitude this honored 
heirloom, and asks the good wishes of all her friends, that she may win as 
good results from her digging as did the class of '96. You may treat many 
and perhaps all of the things I have said, as variables, assigning to them any 
value you please, but remember that the love we feel for you, our sophomore 
sisters, is most truly a constant. To you, in all seriousness, we owe much 
of the happiness of this, our freshman year. Although we may not have 
the pure, spotless record of the white rose of '96, we shall hope to be true 
to our own flower, the sunny daffodil, by making the world a little brighter 
and happier for our presence. Can we not, each one of us, with never-fail- 
ing loyalty to her own class, still help each other to be her " ain sel'," and 
to " let the deed shaw " ? 

Helen Webster Pettee, '97. 


THE days of festivity and gladness, which are the sure tokens that the 
end of the college year is nearing, bring to each one of Wellesley's true- 
hearted daughters a new sense of loyalty and loving devotion. The weari- 
ness and disappointment of the long months spent in hard study pass, and 
fair ideals of truth and beauty bring new encouragement and promise. 

In the midst of all this enjoyment there is felt an undernote of sadness as 
each year Wellesley sends forth from her protecting walls those who return 
to her no more. It is not for us to moralize. Each member of the senior 
class realizes, as can no other, the sadness with which the ties that have 
bound each to the others, and all to the college, are loosened. Yet we who 
remain behind for a little to dream of life and plan for its fulfilment before 
its reality dawns upon us, would extend our hands in a warm grasp of sym- 
pathy and fellowship, as a token that fair hopes follow, while with us remain 
a sense of loss and a fond remembrance of the class of '94. 




ONCE or twice during the year it has been the custom of the editors to 
ask again the old question, " Why is it that the girls do not write for 
the Magazine ? " Each time the need for freer contribution is expressed 
more forcefully, each time the editorial tongue grows more persuasive, and 
yet arguments, entreaties, fall apparently upon unhearing ears. 

Instead of following the time-honored example of our predecessors we 
have decided to try a new course of action, and by telling what we most 
want for the Magazine hope to rouse some latent ambition or to fire with 
enthusiasm some loyal college spirit. In turning over the pages of back 
numbers of the Wellesley Magazine, we observe with a just pride the 
large number of excellent papers which have given to the monthly a tone of 
dignity and scholarship. Yet we must admit that the solid article has been 
in such preponderance as almost to justify the Legenda grind. 

It is a well-known fact that the " heavy article " seldom appears in the 
columns of the men's publications. It may be that their conspicuous 
absence is due to a certain false pride, or an abnormal fear of appearing 
ridiculous, but it is certain that a man does not send in an essay upon which 
he has not spent weeks of careful thought. "We are constantly told by those 
of authority that the kind of writing which young people can do best is in 
the line of the short story or the lighter sketch. No one wishes to peruse 
the opinions of a philosopher of twenty summers upon some abstruse question 
which only an Emerson should attempt. It must, however, be remembered 
that very earnest literary effort may be well spent upon the short story. 
We have at times been forced to conclude that the girl who is asked to 
contribute something light thinks the work of a few hours or of an evening 
at most quite sufficient. Our life here is so hurried and nervous that the 
results of our labor are seldom finished and, alas, almost never artistic. 
Too often we write for the mere sake of writing. If the structure is good 
and the massing correct, we are satisfied. Too often we choose a certain 
subject because it will work up effectively, entirely forgetting that to reach 
the heart of another we must be touched ourselves. As it is the true story 
which appeals to the child, so it is the record of our own experiences which 
appeals to us older children. 


Not many people have a large number of embryonic tales and sketches 
laid up within the storehouse of their brains, but material will come to the 
notice of him who searches for it, and we urgently ask that all loyal mem- 
bers of the '-'college beautiful " will be on the outlook this summer for the 
" literatesque," which useful word might well be in our vocabulary. With 
a long vacation before us, we are optimistic enough to hope that after the 
first delight of absolute laziness is over, some will give a portion of their 
time and thought to the production of such articles as will raise the stand- 
ard of the Wellesley Magazine to the level of the " Harvard Monthly," 
or the " Nassau Lit." 


THOUGH no one who has enjoyed the privileges and advantages of a 
four years' course in college is disposed to doubt, or even to question, 
t v .e value of a college education, yet we should be broad enough to realize 
that education is not necessarily the product of a special method, the colle- 
giate. It may as well be the result of general training ; of independent 
scientific research ; of literary ability ; or, best of all, of character. No one 
questions the excellence of the first method, but, especially among college- 
bred women, is the second apt to be underestimated. Mr. Mabie, in a 
recent lecture, showed us how little true culture depends upon the mere 
acquisition of book-learning, and how petty is the collegiate complacency 
which is said to characterize the possessor of a recently acquired degree. 

.The non-collegiate woman has opportunities for a deeper insight into life 
and a broader knowledge of current events than we. Intense desire for 
knowledge, with persistence and discrimination in choosing the best mate- 
rials, can develop a strength of mental ability and an amount of learning 
which will compare favorably with the power of a college graduate. As it 
is becoming the natural, the customary thing for women to have a higher 
education, it is painfully evident that girls often come to college merely for 
a " good time," or to satisf}^ the ambitious longing of some fond parent. 
Thus, we cannot expect to always realize that which should be our ideal, 
the all-around woman. 

Miss Irwin, the new Dean of Radcliffe College, is a good example of a 
finely educated, cultured, non-collegiate woman. She has seen much of the 
world. She has moved in the best circles of society and shows how true a 


refinement is breadth of sympathy and a keen appreciation of the relation- 
ships of studies and events. 


TO the lists of the needs of the college, as set forth by the calendar, there 
might well have been added, as many a weary parent or perplexed 
young man would testify, "a guide-book of Wellesley and vicinity." At 
length, though no philanthropist has given us a chapel or a new gymnasium, 
this minor demand has been satisfied. Two of Wellesle3 r 's alumna? have 
recently published a very valuable little volume, under the title of " The 
College Beautiful." The charming introduction by Professor Bates is an 
eloquent justification of Wellesley's right to her distinctive title, " The 
College Beautiful." This sketch is followed by clear descriptions of the 
college buildings and organizations, and well written accounts of college 
days, recreations and athletics. A few statistics are given for the benefit 
of the accurately minded, and there are a number of exceptionally good 
illustrations, many of which are identical with the views sent to the Fair 
last summer. The most useful feature of the book is the maps; one, of the 
grounds and immediate surroundings ; the other, a road map of all the coun- 
try within a radius of fifteen or twenty miles. 

The whole book is very attractively gotten up, and is a most desirable 
souvenir of the college, while the information which it contains will be found 
valuable and interesting to both visitors and students. 


IN looking over an old copy of " Harper's Magazine," our attention was 
caught by an article on Wellesley College. It was written by Dr. 
Edward Abbott and, coming out in August, 1876, shows the college at the 
beginning of its second year. With considerable interest we looked to see 
what ideas of the student life in those days it gives, what it suggests of the 
many and rapid changes which we know have taken place in the eighteen 
years since it was written. 

As the object of the article was probably to bring the college, which was 
not then old enough to be well known, before the public, a large proportion 
of it is devoted to details in regard to the college buildings, the courses of 


study and the students' current expenses. In those days College Hall was 
the only building, although Dr. Abbott anticipated even then the early need 
for more room. The observatory which we sometimes hear referred to as a 
kind of " castle in Spain," he mentions as a want already felt. The 
description of College Hall is decidedly clear and true. One notices most 
the increased amount of room now devoted to laboratories and offices, as the 
need for them has become greater with the rapid growth of the college, and 
as more dormitory room has been supplied by other buildings. In describ- 
ing the library, Dr. Abbott says, " Compared with its capacity, the contents 
of the library at present seem inconsiderable." Now it is somewhat different ;. 
we are beginning to wonder what will be done when the few spaces left in 
the galleries are filled. The comments which the article makes on college 
athletics are amusing. In speaking of a visit of Henry Wadsworth Long- 
fellow to Wellesley, it says : " When Mr. Longfellow visited the college last 
autumn, it was a delightful row they gave him in an eight-oared barge called 
the Evangeline, and it would be a fine crew which they could doubtless 
send to compete in grace and skill, if not in strength, with their brothers of 
Harvard and Yale." We wonder what Dr. Abbott would have said to the 
Loch Learoch and its crew. The preparatory course at that time connected 
with the college is mentioned, and the regular collegiate courses outlined. 
It is rather interesting to compare these, as well as the requirements for 
admission, with those of the present. 

We wish Dr. Abbott could have shown us more of the real college life 
in. those early days than we gain from slight glimpses. The college has 
grown and advanced rapidly. It is a question worthy of attention whether 
the student has developed in the same ratio, whether the close bond which 
existed between college and student when numbers were smaller has grown 
stronger as the life has become more complex. We cannot compare with 
the past but, as one looks beneath the surface and watches the thoughtful 
earnestness with which many questions of college interest are discussed, 
there does seem indication of present growth in the manner in which 
the student identifies herself more and more with the college, not simply as- 
a student, but as a part of its organization and as responsible for its well- 



£0e §ree (press. 

There is a saying that teaching is the noblest of professions, but the sorriest of 
trades. One is often reminded of it at this time of the year, when many ques- 
tions are asked by those who are planning to enter the work, and much advice 
is given by those already engaged in it. This advice comes so often from the 
standpoint of teaching as a trade, that I wish to offer a few suggestions to our 
future teachers from the other standpoint — suggestions based entirely on some 
years of experience in teaching somewhat varied subjects in private schools. 

To hear some teachers talk of their work gives one many new ideas in regard 
"to teaching. One could prepare quite a neat little catechism on the subject, 
beginning with : — 

Q. What is the chief end of teaching? 

A. To make a living, and that as good as possible. 

To those who have any temptation to take such a view of this work, let me say 
an earnest word. Teaching is a profession for which there should be just as clear 
a " call" as is generally felt to be necessary for the ministry. Whether you can 
teach or not, you are not likely to know without trying your powers ; but if, after 
a fair trial, you find that the work in itself has no attractions for you, if it does 
not bring real happiness, if it is mere drudgery, then, if you must support your- 
self, do it in some other way, and leave teaching alone. 

Something should be said in regard to filling out the registration blanks. The 
young and aspiring teacher has been urged to declare her ability to teach the 
•entire list of subjects, excepting only languages and music. The first exception 
is certainly a wise one, despite the fact that all would not agree with it. I could 
tell you of two girls who were introduced to the Latin language by a woman with 
no knowledge whatever of the subject, who managed to keep a few days in 
advance of the class. The results were not all that could be desired. The girls 
were put into a class beginning Latin the next year, and found the grammar quite 
unfamiliar ground. 

In the case of music, the grounds for the exception are by no means clear. 
There are few girls here without a passably good ear for music and a knowledge 
of the notes of the scale. One would suppose them quite as well fitted to give 
piano lessons to a very young pupil as to instruct older students of keenness and 
intelligence in chemistry or logic, without having studied those branches. There 
are teachers, so called, who fancy that a text-book and the ability to read are the 


two essentials for success in their work. I know of a teacher in a New York 
private school who thought it an extraordinarily easy matter to teach geometry. 
She had never studied the subject, but nothing could be easier than to " hear" 
the class, after warning them that it was an extremely exact science and must be 
memorized word for word, including the lettering of the figures! This method 
may have led to admirable results in the way of accuracy, but I am inclined to 
doubt even that. In filling out your application blanks, the one thing to aim at 
is absolute accuracy. When you are asked what subjects you can teach, remem- 
ber that can is in the present tense, and do not- add your name to the already too 
long list of the blind who are trying to lead the blind, generally with the prover- 
bial success. 

You will probably for a time find it necessary to teach some subjects for which 
you do not especially care. That is one of the many taxes laid upon inexperi- 
ence. You will probably be urged to teach subjects of which you know little or 
nothing. Often a new teacher comes to the first day of the term with only a 
general idea of the work expected of her. Insist upon knowing just what branches 
will fall to your share, at least have a maximum limit set. If the statement has 
been made in writing, you can politely and firmly refuse to undertake work in 
other subjects. I have known college girls who supposed they knew what their 
work was to be, and who, at the beginning of the school year, found added to 
the list unfamiliar studies, which they could not well refuse to take. By a little 
care this may be avoided. One can imagine circumstances in which a teacher 
may feel it necessary to teach a new subject, but it is the rare exception. The 
work cannot be well done without giving too large a share of one's time to that 
particular subject, and even then one can hardly give to her class a broad and 
inspiring view of it. To teachers who realize this lack, it means discouragement 
and a sense of failure; to others it means superficiality, and a consequent lower- 
ing of ideals. This does not necessarily apply to subjects once studied, but now 
partly forgotten, or to those closely allied to other branches to which one has 
devoted her attention. In either of these cases a teacher may well feel a reluc- 
tance in undertaking the work, yet in most instances there is no reason why her 
work should not be successful. 

Do not measure the desirability of a position by the salary which it brings. 
The advantages of a school where a small salary is paid will often be greater than 
those of a school where large salaries are paid. Opportunities for outside pleas- 
ure and work, sympathetic and helpful associates, appreciative and earnest stu- 
dents are more desirable than money. Find a place where you can be your best 


self, do your best work, and secure the broadest development. All this may per- 
haps be better secured in a hard place than in an easy one. The experience 
gained in the first few years is worth far more than any amount of salary; aim, 
then, at gaining the best experience. 

Do not fancy that the largest salaries are paid to the best educated teachers. 
In private schools the largest salaries of which I know are paid to the teacher's 
grandfather, manners or dress, rather than to her brain. 

The question of specializing must be settled by each student for herself. Per- 
haps it is true in general that the woman who has done a little work in many 
subjects will find the best position when she leaves college, but she has not the 
same chance for advance in her work as her classmate who has spent her time on 
fewer subjects. 

As for the matter of discipline, most students will agree that we gain consider- 
able knowledge of it in college, for the first essential for the control of others is 
self-control. One who has self-control, self-respect, sympathy and common- 
sense will find little difficulty in maintaining order in the schoolroom. 

But one week's experience will teach you what a whole year of precept could 
not. Only go to your work with high ideals and strong purposes, and you will 
succeed. And your success will be measured, not so much by the amount of 
actual knowledge in your pupils' minds, as by larger thoughts, and a whetted 
appetite for further knowledge, which are the best gifts that you can give to them. 

Helen A. Merrill, '86. 


" When sorrows come they come not single spies, but in battalions." 
Such is the sigh of the Wellesley girl as these bewitching, tantalizing days of 
May fast chase each other into June. The first of June ! Phrase fraught not as 
to the girl of former periods, with the idea of roses and luxurious abandonment, 
but to most of us with an overhanging sense of final papers or examinations. 

If such are the feelings of the girl who has naught save her college schedule 
proper to tax her, is there anything to describe those of the girl bearing the 
burdens incumbent on a member of all the associations and committees one could 
readily think of in two minutes? and, that at this time when membership in all 
associations or clubs, for, various reasons and one in particular, means responsi- 
bility ; when festivals arc coming, and when academic work, as is usual towards 
the close, is, with a few humane exceptions, piling itself high on her shoulders. 
Let us watch such a prodigy. She is a member of her class crew. Float is 


coming, bringing not. only additional practice in rowing, but also a programme of 
-songs. As a member of the Glee Club, the culmination of whose agony as 
well as fun has barely passed with the Glee Club concert, this creature feels 
it devolving on her to undertake this programme. This means to attend any 
rehearsal, to say nothing of finding a possible time for each, to warble her throat 
hoarse and her patience threadbare — all of course with the happiest air imagina- 
ble. Tree Day is coming. Being able to play the piano and possessing, 
the unfortunate accompanying quality of willingness, she plays hours for the 
rehearsals whose name is legion. A member of the boat-house committee, 
whose cause is so near to her heart as to cause it almost to break at the lack of 
college responsibility which is eloquently manifest, she thinks, in the dejected 
state of the boat-house coffer, she attends the protracted mass-meetings for fixing 
the price of Float tickets. Magazine bills and association dues lie in her box ; class 
meetings are all important to her ; receptions and student government conferences 
fill up her evenings, causing her to sit up till one o'clock on Friday night to write 
the society paper due on Saturday ; prominent magazine articles, forced to be put 
off till the last moments, must be written before breakfast in the few mornings 
previous to the day set for them. She does not grumble. She was simply over- 
heard to say in answer to her friend who was remarking that she was engaged in 
writing five papers, " I would like to study just a little. I wish I had time ! " 

What does it mean? That this jumble at the end is but the climax of a strain 
which all the year, though perhaps unconsciously to herself, has been upon her. 
But what is it doing for her? 

All these outside things are classed superficially by outsiders with college life. 
They are the fascinating part which seems to them the real college life. But are 
they? Ask any girl here who has come unforced what was her purpose in 
coming to college and she will be an exceptional girl if she does not say that it 
was to become broadened, to gain nobility of intellect and breadth and sympathy 
of interests. The ideal was high ; in theory, the balance was kept between solid 
work that tells and outside work which should be recreation. But the stress was 
laid, unf ortunatel) , in practice, on the "breadth of interests" as appealing to 
her as nearer her ideal than " nobility of intellect." Accordingly she engaged in 
everything offered her outside her studies, feeling buoyant in the firm belief that 
in engaging in such a variety of things and in learning to do them all creditably 
well, she was becoming broad. What was the outcome ? Just what it will be 
for all of us who have begun and continued in the same line; who find the 
burden of manifold duties doubly heavy now at the close of the year when we 


are conscious that they have been sapping the strength needed for the burden 
and toil of the end. 

And what have they given us in return ? We will find, if we live through it 
as our sisters have, simply this, that scattering and broadening are far from 
synonymous. To prove this, one needs only to look at a girl who on entering her 
college course showed brilliant promise of becoming a scholar, but who, drawn 
into these fascinating outside things (all the more fascinating because by doing 
them all she won praise for her cleverness), scattered her powers and, all too late 
for her to prevent it, realized that her ability for doing scholarly work was 
gone. A girl can gain versatility, aptness and adaptability by devoting her time 
to this part of the life. But are these worth the price of scattered faculties and a 
habit acquired of scattering attention everywhere without definite application 
anywhere ? Could not this adaptability have been less expensively learned 
elsewhere ? 

What we are here for is to lay a foundation, and when we consider that it is 
the only foundation we shall have a chance to lay for all that comes after and 
depends on it, the situation does look a little serious. But it is true. What we 
want, then, first of all is a solid, thoroughly built foundation on which, afterward, 
anything we chose to build will stand well. If we use our mind rightly, if we 
apply it keenly and steadily while we apply it at all ; if we accustom it to deal- 
ing with and developing questions worthy of it, and if we keep before it habitu- 
ally the one solid object toward which all this tends, should we not find that, 
unconsciously to ourselves, it was becoming broad and choosing the subjects best 
for it to deal with later. Would it not more easily and readily adapt itself to 
anything to which it is called without losing its basis? What now is work and a 
putting out of itself in every different direction, would then be, if we may judge 
by those who have made the best success, merely pleasant, invigorating exercise 
of strongly balanced faculties. Let us put our minds down on something worthy 
of them, and on that of which before we have felt an inability to gain anything 
but a kind of childish comprehension ; let us get the true scholarly grasp. 

The question is now of course asked, " Shall we give up all our crews and 
clubs and settle down disagreeable, slow old digs?" This is a hasty question 
and an irrelevant one, as a moment's thought will show. It is asked at the 
moment when one sees only the two extremes — all or none. But the basis of 
consideration is relation and division of labor. Where there are between seven 
and eight hundred girls in our college, is it exactly necessary that the burden of 
our " delightful college life " should rest on the shoulders of the same thirty or 


forty ? We are said to be girls of sense enough to solve our difficulty. Why not 
show that we are by leaving the old blind methods and starting from the true point 
and basis which will lead us to the correct solution. 

The problem is simply one in proportion. Why do we not solve it by its own 
method? M. D., '96. 


Two Free Press articles in the last number of the Magazine have helped to 
crystallize a thought that has been in the mind of one reader for sometime. They 
are the articles on the aspect which Wellesley life may present to an outsider, and 
on the tendency to worry which so many of us manifest. There is undeniable 
truth in both, sorry as we may be to acknowledge it. And once more the ques- 
tion arises, Why is it ? Is it not possible that an answer may be found in a loss 
of perspective of which we are all conscious at times? Many of us have had the 
experience, during even the short vacations, of looking back on some occurrence 
of the previous term with an amazed wonder that it ever could have troubled or 
annoyed us as it did. Many of us have felt, at the very time when we were mak- 
ing ourselves miserable over some happening not wholly pleasant, that when the 
disappointment or weariness of the hour had passed, and the balance of things 
been once more restored, our chief regret would be for the lost courage and self- 
control. When we get away from things they begin to assume their rightful 
proportions. And with this suggested answer comes another question : Is it not 
possible to regulate this tendency, at least to a certain extent? We hold our work 
here as important, and rightly ; and we discriminate, and usually with justice, 
hetween different phases of the work which are of greater or less importance. 
.But the work here is only a training for the larger work to come, and for the 
finer discrimination which we will have to exercise in future. If we get into the 
habit of letting a forensic, or a history lecture, or a literature paper not only 
assume the most commanding position in our horizon — as it should, for the time 
— but fill the whole horizon — as it should not, at a ny time — are we not, each 
time this occurs, losing just so much self-control, just so much clear-sightedness? 

I do not think that this tendency is confined to college, nor to a view of college 
work, but I do think that there are some special temptations to its indulgence at 
college. But it is a tendency to be met with, and, so far as possible, overcome 
in every position which we may be called on to take; and, just as college offers 
special temptations, so it also offers special opportunities for gaining the strength 
and the insight which will be needed through the whole of life. 

I.C., '94. 



In the "Advice by an Alumna," which appeared in the Free Press of the May 
Magazine, undergraduates are advised not to specialize. May another alumna, 
who believes this advice to be very unsound, be permitted to say a word? First, 
let it be understood that when I say I approve of specialization in an undergrad- 
uate course, I refer only to the limited amount of specialization that is likely to 
be carried on by a candidate for a degree at Wellesley, — four years of college 
work on some chosen subject, with, possibly, an opportunity to double in the 
senior year, making five courses in all. When I was a student, I was strongly 
of the opinion that the college would send out abler women if there were a rule 
that no one should receive a degree who had not carried some one subject through 
three or four years of her college course. My experience as a teacher has served 
to confirm this impression. I rejoice to see that the new curriculum makes some 
such provision as this. 

We believe that the chief end of education is mental development, not knowl- 
edge, and advanced work in one subject, even for the short time that it is possible 
in an undergraduate course, produces a certain strength and maturity of mind 
which cannot be obtained in any amount of time spent in elementary work on a 
large number of subjects. My strong college friends were those who were doing 
advanced work in some line of their own choosing, and my strong students are 
those who have decided upon a similar course. It has been suggested that after 
one has taught a few years, one may, perhaps, be able to go to a great university 
for advanced work. It is to be noted in this connection that a teacher who is 
only capable of doing elementary work is not very likely to have a salary suffi- 
cient to allow her to save money for future study. But still further, if by confin- 
ing herself to very elementary work, a college graduate has kept herself a child 
mentally, until she is twenty-five, it is difficult for her ever to grow up, even in 
the atmosphere of a great university. 

It is true that advanced work ordinarily counts for very little in securing a 
first position, but it is often true that even a degree is of little assistance at that 
time. Frequently the college graduate obtains no better position than she might 
have had, had she never been to college at all. But she knows that the days are 
coming when her degree will be of service to her, and if she is in earnest about 
it, it will not be long before she will be able to turn the little advanced work she 
has been able to do to account, too. A general knowledge is certainly desirable 
for one who has to teach "from three to eight different subjects at a time," and 
yet the teacher who is altogether innocent of specialization is still liable to be 


called upon to teach subjects she has never studied. As has been pointed out in 
the article before mentioned, deficiencies in elementary work can be made up 
while one is teaching. 

Suppose we do happen to know a little more Greek or mathematics or philosophy 
or something else than we can ever make direct use of as teachers — are we ever 
going to regret it ? We can always make indirect use of it. I venture to say 
that, other things being equal, the student in first year Greek enjoys her work 
more because her teacher has read yEschylus and Sophocles. Then, we do not 
go to college solely that we may become successful teachers, but that we may be 
well-developed, thoughtful, useful, happy women. No one is more to be pitied 
than the teacher who" is " nothing but a teacher," for, in being " nothing but a 
teacher," she even misses being a good teacher. In the enlargement of life that 
it brings to us, in the fountains of pure delight that it opens to us, advanced work 
more than pays. For " the life is more than meat." 

Mary Taylor Blauvelt, '89. 

Why not dub the Free Press the " Growlery?" Few, indeed, are the articles 
in this department which are not of the genus growl. To be sure, this life is a 
" vale of tears," and the benefits of protesting against it in print are not incon- 
siderable. The proud author of a Free Press article peruses her Philippic with 
the self-satisfaction of a hero and a reformer, feeling that, in spite of misprints, 
no one could read these stirring lines without rising to put down the evils therein 
decried. So, even if it accomplishes nothing more, the printed pi'otest changes the 
individual grumbler into an amiable optimist, and the individual is the basis of 

■ But has any would-be contributor ever reflected upon the effect of a little 
whole-hearted commendation? It is undeniable that the speaker of a pleasant 
word is always the better and sweeter for it ; and it would make every one of us 
more amiable for at least a week to come upon a bright spot in this waste of woes. 

Do, somebody, please say something nice about something, no matter what, so 
long as it is nice ! 


Surely no girl has ever spent a year at Wellesley without feeling her life 
gladdened and enriched by the beautiful outdoor world which is ours. We sing 
of it, we talk of it, even the most prosaic of us enjoy it. But some of us enjoy 
it selfishly. A girl too easily forgets that she is but one of the thousands for 
whom these grounds exist. Perhaps it is mere carelessness, but it is carelessness 


amounting to selfishness which leads a girl to break down the limbs of an apple- 
tree in order to adorn her room with its blossoms; which makes the paths wide 
and irregular and unsightly; which tramples out the grass; which uproots the 
wild flowers. To crush a blade of grass or pluck a flower seems a very little 
thing, but every such act robs every other Wellesley girl of that much of her 
"goodly heritage." When you consider how much it means to others' enjoy- 
ment, would you not rather get your skirts dusty than spoil the trimness of the 
paths, or leave your violet bowl empty than take every single violet that brightens 
some grassy bank for hundreds of passers-by ? 

Might we not, with good results, economize the energy which we expend in 
slamming doors? One slam is not wide-spread in its effects; it only makes the 
nerves of one's neighbors on the corridor jump, or, at most, stops the clock. But 
imagine that slam multiplied by a thousand ! Would it not be true economy for 
us to save up our individual, scattering slams until some great occasion, and then 
unite our efforts? How effective it would be, upon the visit of some prince or 
potentate, to station an experienced girl at every door in College Hall, and, at a 
given moment, for all the thousand doors to go to simultaneously in one grand 
slam ! What were church bells and cannon to our Wellesley salute ? 

After being twice postponed because of unfavorable weather, the annual play 
given by the Shakespeare Society was presented on the afternoon of June 2, near 
Longfellow Pond, with the green slope for a stage, and the trees for scenery. 

The play chosen for this year was As You Like It, of which the dramatis per- 
sonam was as follows : — 

Duke, living in exile . . . Elizabeth Bartholomew 

Frederick ..... Levenia Dugan Smith 

Amiens ) lords attending on the f Adeline Lois Bonney 

Jacques J banished Duke { Caroline Fitz Randolph 

Le Beau 





Sarah Ellen Capps 

Helen Russel Stahr 

Caroline Fitz Randolph 

Grace Miller 

Elizabeth Bailey Hardee 



Dennis . 

Sir Oliver Martext, a vicar 

Charles, the wrestler 



Silvius . 



Phebe . 

Audrey . 

Mabel ThacherWellman 
. Christine Caryl 
Marion Wharton Anderson 
Alice Windsor Hunt 
Gertrude Wilson 
Elizabeth Snyder 
Virginia Sherwood 
Edith Ray Crapo 
Grace Cromwell Waymouth 
. Dorothy Allen 
Lords, Pages and Foresters. 
Scene — Frederick's Palace, Oliver's Orchard, The Forest of Arden. 
In the midst of the presentation came the rain which had been feared, and the 
play was obliged to be finished in the gymnasium. 

Although regretting this interruption and the change of scene, the audience 
had seen enough of the play before the shower to appreciate the additional charm 
given to the costumes and the acting by the green background and the natural 

One fact generally remarked was the special fitness of each girl for her own 
part, while every one in the audience was charmed with Rosalind, Celia and 
Orlando, and found a continual source of amusement in the contrast between the 
extremely melancholy Jacques and the grotesque Touchstone. 

After the play, the society received its guests in the Art Building, where sing- 
ing by the Glee Club, during the serving of the delicious refreshments, formed a 
part of the evening's entertainment. 

TREE BAY, '94. 

Tree Day came on Friday, June i, and, to the surprise of all, proved to be a 
pleasant day in a week of rain. 

About two o'clock in the afternoon all the classes except '94 assembled amid 
much mutual cheering before the main entrance of College Hall. After all were 
seated the seniors in cap and gown came singing their " Greeting to the Day." 

The senior exercises were opened by an address of welcome by Miss Angell, 
the class president. 

The programme that followed gave us glimpses of '94 as it had appeared on the 
three previous Tree Days, — as sailors, court fools and willow dryads. Between 


these glimpses '94's Herald brought to us the Mariner, who spoke of serious 
things ; the Interpreter, with her graceful verse, and the Wise Fool, who discoursed 
on the virtues and follies of the several college classes — the virtues of '94, the 
follies of her sister classes. The exercises closed with singing of the " Greeting 
to the Morrow." 

Then the long procession formed and marched to the new '97 tree, the caps 
and gowns being followed by the Psyches of '95, the red and white roses of '96, 
who waged continual warfare, the specials appropriately adorned with evergreen 
and everlasting, the musical scale of '98 and, last of all, by the gay, roving 
gypsies of '97, who looked like a long, rainbow-hued ribbon as they wound over 
the green campus. 

After the oration, delivered from the great gypsy wagon, and the presentation 
of the spade by '96 to '97, came a graceful gypsy dance with an accompaniment 
of tambourines and of music from the opera Carmen. 

The end of the programme being reached, the day closed with class cries and 
songs and much singing of the musical Wellesley cheer. 


Float is the one great gala day of the year when Wellesley and the world 
meet. The crowd that begins to gather in the afternoon wanders through the 
corridors, gazing with curious eyes on the various college wonders, lunches 
under the shade of the sacred Tupelo, and lends an air of novelty and interest 
that arouses in the hearts of Wellesley's inmates a throb of pride and loyalty 
that the attractions of Wellesley's Float should create such a widespread interest. 

Several novel features gave evidence that '94's Float was to be one of special 
interest ; the promise of the new boat-house, the sight of the crews in daily 
practice under careful supervision, and the unique spelling on the Float tickets. 

At half-past six the large crowd was seated on the college shore of the lake 
and on the veranda of the boat-house, awaiting the appearance of the crews, who 
soon came trooping down from College Hall, led by the senior crew, and disap- 
peared within the portals of the boat-house. 

Soon the sound of a cornet solo drew the attention to the end of the boat-house 
veranda, and to the strains of the "Star Spangled Banner," the swelling folds of 
the Stars and Stripes floated out on the evening breeze, followed by the applause 
of the onlookers. A moment of anticipation followed, until from the shadow of 


the boat-house the crew of '94 advanced, stopping only to give its cheer before 
making its way in quick and even time across the lake, followed by a round of 
applause from the shore. The other crews followed in quick succession, passing, 
until against the distant shore they rested in sharp outline against the deep green 
of the foliage. The circuit of the lake was made several times to display the skill 
of the rowing, and then, as the evening deepened, the crews gathered near the 
shore to sing college songs. 

The boats and canoes that had been darting here and there over the lake, 
always at a respectful distance, now drew near with their gay display of banners 
and Chinese lanterns ; out from the green leaves along the shore came the gleam 
of lanterns hidden among the branches ; the moon came up to smile on this scene 
of unusual beauty, while on the shore the people listened and applauded as the 
sound of the Wellesley songs came in from the lake. 

As the darkness gathered, the lights from the shore sent forth a flood of soft 
light, that reached to the shadow of the farthest banks. All listened in a silence 
touched by sadness, as to the measured waving of the crew caps there came the 
strains of the song that always touches a tender chord, 

"Where O where are the grand old seniors?" 

The songs over, the Wellesley cheer was given, and the crews separated, row- 
ing away in the path of the light that came from the shore, only to come back 
again in a little while to place the boats under the protecting shelter of the boat- 
house. The great crowd rose and passed away ; silence rested on the shores of 
the lake, and Float was ended. Only the moon remained to pass over the peace- 
ful scene, touching the white rotunda of the boat-house, making it gleam among 
the green of the trees, and lighting the quiet towers of College Hall, while the 
last song of the evening floated across the lake, 

" Lake of white, at holy night, 

In the moonlight gleaming, 
Softly o'er thy wooded shore 

Silver radiance streaming. 
On thy wavelets hear away 

Every care we have known to-day, 
Bring on thy returning way 

Peaceful, happy dreaming." 



Coffege (Uofcs. 

One of the most charming concerts of the year was given in the chapel on the 
evening of the 7th of May. The programme consisted entirely of the composi- 
tions of Mrs. H. H. A. Beach, probably the foremost woman composer in our 
country. The selections, which were delightfully rendered, are only a few of 
Mrs. Beach's productions. It may be interesting to know that among her works 
may be found a Mass in E flat, the " Festival Jubilate," which was performed by 
the Apollo Club of Chicago and Mr. Thomas's orchestra at the dedication of the 
Woman's Building, and her Scena and Aria from Schiller's " Mary Stuart," 
which was the first composition by a woman ever placed upon the programmes 
•of the New York Symphony Society. Mrs. Beach was assisted in her concert by 
Miss Emma S. Howe, Miss Priscilla White, Mrs. H. E. Sawyer and Miss Elise 
Fellows. After the concert, a delightful reception was given in honor of Mrs. 
Beach, by Professor Hill, who was formerly her instructor. 

On Monday, May 21, a reception was given at Wood Cottage by Miss Hurd 
of the School of Music. 

Misses Capps, Hunt, Merrill and Leatherbee received their friends at the Art 
Building, Monday, May 21. The entertainment for the afternoon was dancing. 

On Saturday evening, May 26, Miss Woodman invited her classes in physiology 
to meet Professor Sedgwick of the Institute of Technology. In the early part of 
the evening Professor Hayes read a paper on Woman's Dress from the Stand- 
point of Sociology. This was followed by a few informal remarks from Pro- 
fessor Sedgwick. 

Rev. E. H. Hughes of Newton Centre preached in the chapel Sunday, May 27. 

The concert Monday evening, May 21, was given by the Beethoven Society, 
assisted by the harpist, Mr. Heinrich Schencker, of the Boston Symphony 

On Monday evening, May 28, the annual temperance debate was held in the 
chapel. The subject was, Is National Prohibition by Constitutional Amendment 
the Best Solution of the Liquor Problem ? The speakers are chosen each year 
from the argumentative course in rhetoric. They were this year Grace Nichols, 
Grace Jarvis, Eleanor Stephenson and Isabelle Moore. After the debate a vote 
was taken. It stood, affirmative, 55 ; negative, 26. 

Work on the new cottage is rapidly advancing. It is expected that this cottage 
will be ready for use by September. 


On Monday afternoon, May 28, the members of the Tau Zeta Epsilon Society 
gave a very pleasant reception and dance in the Art Building. 

A fixed schedule of recitations has been arranged, to be put in use next year. 
The various subjects offered are divided into groups, and no student is allowed 
to elect, the same year, two subjects in a group. This will aid the lower classes 
in arranging their courses, though many of the juniors find it impossible to take 
courses which they had planned for their last year. 

Mary G. Cannon has been chosen captain of the '95 crew for the senior year. 

The regular monthly missionary meeting was held in the chapel Sunday even- 
ing, June 3. Rev. Dr. Boggs of Ongole, India, addressed the meeting. 

Professor Whiting gave a children's party Monday afternoon, May 28. 
Almost all of the guests present were children of Wellesley graduates. 

A very interesting lecture on Women in Mathematics was read by Professor 
Hayes, before her classes in mathematics, Wednesday evening, June 13. 

The various societies have elected and installed their officers for next year. 

Dr. McKenzie preached in the chapel Sunday afternoon, June 3. 

The last Students' Concert of the term was' given Monday evening, June 10. 

The College Settlements Association has chosen for its new president Helen 
James, '95. Miss James held the office of vice-president from the class of '95, 
and the vacancy left by her election as president has been filled by Gertrude 
Carter, '95. Edith Jones has been chosen as secretary. 

Mrs. Sherwood spoke before the five o'clock prayer-meeting Sunday, June 10. 

.Dr. Webster's class in philology recently visited the Peabody Museum at Cam- 
bridge for the purpose of studying the Indian relics to supplement the work they 
have been doing in the Indian archaeology. 

Rev. Mr. Merrill of Newton preached in the chapel Sunday, June 10. 

Some discussion has been held recently in the Christian Association, whether 
it would be advisable to have a student as president for the ensuing year. The 
result of the recent election of officers shows that the majority of members pre- 
ferred a president from the body of students. The officers chosen were Cornelia 
Huntington, president; Miss Pendleton, first vice-president; Helen Dennis,, 
second vice-president and chairman of missionary committee; Sarah Hadley, 
third vice-president and chairman of temperance committee ; Elizabeth Ziegler, 
fourth vice-president and chairman of general work committee ; Louise Loomis,. 
corresponding secretary; Gertrude Dennis, recording secretary; Ruth Hume,. 


treasurer; Miss Emerson, chairman of devotional committee; Alethea Ledyard r 
chairman of reception committee, and Emily Brown, chairman of Indian com- 

A new college guide-book entitled The College Beautiful has recently been 
issued by Miss Hill and Miss Eager of '93. It contains much information con- 
cerning the college, and is plentifully illustrated with pictures of the college 
buildings and objects ot interest. Besides, it contains two good maps, one of the 
college grounds and one of Wellesley and the surrounding towns. 

On the evening of May 23, a meeting of the New England Intercollegiate 
Press Association was held at Worcester, at which delegates from the Wellesley 
Magazine were present. About twenty of the leading college periodicals were 
represented. The business meeting was devoted to the election of officers for the 
ensuing year, and to action upon certain proposed changes in the constitution of 
the association. The meeting was followed by a banquet. 

On Saturday evening, June 2, following the presentation of As You Like It, 
the Shakespeare Society gave a reception to its guests in the Art Building. The 
Glee Club was present and assisted in making the evening a most enjoyable one. 

On Saturday evening, May 6, previous to the concert in the village, Freeman 
Cottage entertained the Harvard Glee Club at an informal tea. 

The department of History of Art has recently received from Mr. and Mrs. 
Amos W. Stetson and Mr. Martin Brimmer a valuable gift of three carbontypes 
for the lecture hall of the Farnsworth School of Art. The subjects are the facade 
of Amiens Cathedral, French Gothic ; the interior of San Miniato Church, 
Florence, Italian Romanesque, and the Santa della Salute Church, Venice^ 
Italian Renaissance. The gift is valued at $125.00. 

On Saturday evening, May 19, the Wellesley Societies united in giving a 
reception to the Harvard Union and the Wendell Phillips' Club of Harvard. 
The reception was held in the Art Building, which was tastefully decorated. 
The Glee Club was present, adding greatly to the enjoyment of the evening. 

The Tennis Club of Wellesley College, held, during the third week in May, a 
tournament on the clay courts of the club. The tournament was interclass, each 
class playing for its champion. The class champions were Miss Dodge, '94, 
Miss Chase, '95, Miss Cobb, '96, Miss Dewson, '97. '95 won from '94, and '97 
from '96. The finals between Miss Chase and Miss Dewson resulted in victory 
for the freshman class. The playing took place every afternoon at 4.15 and was 
well attended. 


On the morning of June 9 the '94 Legenda was put on sale for the first time. 
A rapid sale followed, and the groups of girls soon seated on the stairs and in 
the corridors poring over its contents with delighted faces gave good evidence of 
its merits. The college may well be proud to be represented by such an annual 
as has been brought out this year, and the Legenda Board may take to itself the 
fruits of well-deserved success. 

A conspicuous novelty at Float this year was the new boat-house, which offered 
seats to quite a large number of the admiring public. 



Commencement (Uofes. 

'94 held its class dinner at Woodlawn Hotel, Auburndale, on the night of June 
15. The class history was read by Misses I sham and Boswell, the class prophecy 
by Misses Bixby and Pressey, and the following toasts were given, Miss Laughlin 
acting as toastmistress : — 

Fostering Mother . . . . . Sarah H. Bixby 

" Answer to her every call." 

'94's President ...... Edith Crapo 

" Sir, as I have a soul, she is an angel." 

Precedents ...... 

"What custom wills, in all things should we do it." 

The Last of a Noble Race 

'94's Faith 

" The last still loveliest." 

" If faith produce no works, I see 
That faith is not a living tree." 

The Prom. We Didn't Have 

"Oh, thou Tupelo!" 
Those Who Toiled in Vain .... 

" Taste the joy 
That spring's from labor." 

Followers — Faithful and Otherwise . 

" Variety's the very spice of life." 
Our Only Backward Step .... 

"A little nonsense now and then 
Is relished by the wisest men." 
Evaluated for Zero ..... 

"Sufficient unto ourselves." 


Elizabeth McGuire 

M. K. Conyngton 
Edith Judson 

Emily Shultz 
Mary Clemmer Tracy 

. S. C. W. Benson 
Anna K. Peterson 

Isabella Campbell 
L. Gertrude Angell 

" To those who know thee not, no words can paint, 
And those who know thee know all words are faint." 
Our Future ....... Alice W. Kellogg 

" Let the dead past bury its dead." 
The Baccalaureate sermon was preached by Rev. John Henry Barrows, D. D., 
of Chicago. His subject was "The Ideal Woman, Her Perils and Oppor- 
tunities." Dr. Barrows took for his text, "And he came in unto her and said, 
' Hail thou that art highly favored, the Lord is with thee'," and showed how very 
like those of the educated American young woman were the ideals of Mary of 



Nazareth. He spoke of the power of a strong Christian character, and of the 
great sphere of influence which a learned woman may have, and yet, though he 
recognized the work which women have done for the world as scientists and 
poets, he laid especial emphasis upon her life within the home as containing the 
possibility of the most complete development and the widest influence. The 
Beethoven Society sang the following selections during the service: " The Lord 
is My Shepherd," Henry Smart ; " Teach rhe, Oh Lord," O. B. Brown ; "Blest 
Redeemer," Marchette. 

Perhaps the most beautiful feature of Baccalaureate Sunday was the vesper 
service, at which there was given the following musical programme : — 
'"' O Lord be Merciful " 

Glee Club. 
Adagio from the Sixth Symphony 

Organ Solo. 
" Peace, Troubled Soul " 

Pastoral, Sonata in D minor .... 

Organ Solo. 

O. B. Brown 


H. I. Sleeper 



Chaveret — Gu i 1 mant 

H. P. Main 

. H. M. Denham 

• Rotoli 

" My Heart ever Faithful" . 

Solo by Helen Foss. 
Andantino ..... 

Organ Solo. 
Thy Word a Lamp unto my Feet 

Mr. Morse and Glee Club. 
In Memoriam ..... 

Organ Solo. 
Our King ..... 

Glee Club. 
The regular president's reception to seniors and alumnae was given by Mrs. 
Irvine, Miss Stratton and members of the faculty on Saturday evening, June 16, 
in Stone Hall parlor. 

On Monday, June iS, at 3.30 p. m., the College Glee and Banjo Clubs enter- 
tained the seniors and their guests with the following programme: — 

I. Pretty Maids' Drill .... Albrecht 

Banjo Club. 
II. (a) College Beautiful .... Morse 

(b) Boo Hoo .... Lewis Thompson 

(c) Modern College Girl . . . Ritter 




. Edith Sawyer 
Wellesley Songs 

Sue Lum 

. Edith Sawyer 

J. W. Hill 

Arr. by M. A. Knox 


J. W. Hill 
Arr. by M. A. Knox 

Glee Club. 

III. Flash Galop 

Banjo Club. 

IV. (a) Wellesley Mother Goose 

(b) Wellesley Bells 

Solo by Miss Yates. 

(c) Sprightly Maiden 

Glee Club. 
V. (a) Wellesley Charioteer 

(b) Mens Sana 

(c) Wellesley Madchen . 

Glee Club. 
VI. Galop 

Banjo Club. 
VII. (a) My College Girl 
(b) Medley 

Glee Club. 
The fact that the songs rendered by the Glee Club were all. Wellesley's own 
gave an added interest to the programme. 

The Commencement Concert this year was given by the Beethoven Clnb of 
Boston, assisted by Mrs. E. Humphrey-Allen. The Club has given many musi- 
cal treats to Wellesley students, but Monday's concert was one of the most 

The work of the club was especially fine in the sympathetic rendering of 
Handel's Sonate di Camera No. XV., in A major, and in the dainty, graceful 
movement of the Schubert Ballet Music. Mrs. Allen's voice was at its best. She 
sang Senta's Ballad from the " Flying Dutchman " with great brilliancy, the high 
tones being especially effective in their ringing quality. In contrast to the 
dramatic element of this number was the tenderness of Gounod's beautiful 
serenade, " Sing, Smile, Slumber," with violin obligato, the encore to Mrs. 
Allen's second selection. The 'cello solo by Miss Pray was excellently rendered, 
and the appreciation of the audience was shown by their hearty applause. 

The morning of June 19 dawned with just a suggestion of cloudy weather, but 
a cool west wind freshened the atmosphere, and finally drove away the clouds, so 
that the day became a perfect one for the Commencement of the Class of '94. 
The Commencement exercises opened with an organ prelude by Prof. Junius 


W. Hill, the Menuetto Poco Maestoso, of Tours. Prof. Lord then read from the 
Latin Bible the 103d Psalm, followed by prayer from Bishop Foss. After the 
singing by the Beethoven Society of Mendelssohn's beautiful Motette, Laudate 
pueri, the orator of the day, Rev. James Gardiner Vose, D. D., was introduced. 

His address was a very fine one. In the development of his theme, the "Ideal 
and the Actual," there were many suggestive thoughts. A few of these, jotted 
down while listening to the address, may be of interest to those who were not 
there to hear it. Taking the words, " What one wishes in his youth, that does 
he have the fulness of in his old age." he showed how the " ideal is not lost 
through change of form." If we find it impossible to work for the good of soci- 
ety in general, we may know that, " for the great multitude of workers, the work 
is for individuals." So we can go on and " save the world by doing our next 
duty." As change of form does not annihilate the ideal, neither does change of place. 
" It is not the place that makes men learned," and " universities are not made 
by apparatus, but by great lives." The way to overcome circumstances is to be 
a circumstance yourself," so "the epic of life, and every life is an epic, may be 
wrought out in lowly circumstances." "The Ideal is not lost, because never 
attained. It is always beyond. The great danger is the letting our ideal fade into 
the light of common day. 

After the address, Dr. MacKenzie rose, and, referring in a few tender words 
to our beloved Miss Shafer, and to the fine work of the chairman of the faculty, 
announced that Mrs. Irvine had been chosen acting president of the college for 
the ensuing year. 

The chorus, " The Smiling Dawn," by Handel, was rendered by the Beethoven 
Society before the conferring of degrees by Professor Stratton, and afterward 
were sung "My Lady Sleeps," by West, and "Lewie Gordon," harmonized by 
Professor Hill. 

After the benediction by Dr. Webb came the organ postlude, the Finale from 
Beethoven's Fifth Symphony. 

The Commencement exercises in the chapel were followed immediately by the 
Commencement dinner in the great dining-room of College Hall. 

After the banquet was served, Miss Stratton spoke of the history of the college 
during the year just closing, and then introduced Dr. McKenzie, who continued 
the story of Wellesley life as regarded from a trustee's standpoint. He spoke of 
the pressing needs of the college, the changes made in its management during the 
past year, and the welcome additions of a new cottage and science building to be 
made in the coming year. 


He was followed by Dr. Vose of Providence, who spoke of the changes in 
college Commencements made during the years since his own, expressing his 
pleasure at being present at this Commencement in particular. 

Miss Stratton then read a letter from Richard Watson Gilder, in which he spoke 
of his pleasant remembrance of his recent visit to Wellesley, and his regret at being 
unable to attend Commencement. 

"Alma Mater" was then sung by the Glee Club. 

Miss Stratton next introduced Mrs. Helen Barrett Montgomery of the class of 
'84, whose theme was college loyalty and the firm bond existing between the 
alumnae and their Alma Mater. 

Bishop Cyrus Foss of Philadelphia next spoke of the connection between the 
Church and education. 

The Glee Cluh then sang " Lake of Gray " and " My College Girl." 

The next speaker was Mr. Edward Stanwood, who told of his visits to the col- 
lege as a member of the visiting board of the English department. 

Miss Louise Manning Hodgkins, ex-professor of English Literature, made the 
last address, and took for her theme, "The inspired woman," her past accom- 
plishments, her present work and her future hopes. 

"The College Beautiful" was then rendered by the Glee Club, and this was 
followed by the college cheer, in which all present heartily joined. 

The general reception given by the college on the evening of Commencement 
Day finished the programme of festivities for Commencement week. The lawn 
in front of the college lighted by Japanese lanterns, and the strains of the orches- 
tra floating down from an upper corridor and mingling with the hum of voices, 
gave an enjoyable social air to College Hall. Members of the faculty stationed 
at various places in the first corridor received during the evening. The last words 
of greeting and farewell were said, and the college year closed, bringing to each 
one of Wellesley's daughters present a new sense of love and gratitude for the 
college which has given so much to make life better worth the living. 


J^octefE (ttofes. 

The regular meeting of the Society Zeta Alpha was held April 28, in Society 
Hall. The subject was modern Italy. The following was the programme: — 
The Pope and the King .... Edith L. R. Jones, '95 

The Italian Heroes — Cavoni, Mazzini, Garibaldi, Catherine R. Collins, '94 

Music — Song ..... Elizabeth M. Wood, '94 

M. K. Isham, '94 
Emily H. Brown, '96 
Pearl L. Underwood 
Tuesday evening, June 12, at 
ated into society membership. 

Picturesque Italy .... 

The Poets' Italy 

The Present Political Situation in Italy 

A meeting of the Society Zeta Alpha was held 
which Miss Augusta Hunt Blanchard, '96, was initi 
After the initiation ceremony, followed the installation of next year's officers. 
They were: Florence T. Forbes, piesident; Winifred Augsbury, vice-president; 
Adah May Hasbrook, recording secretary; Elizabeth H. Peale, corresponding 
secretary; Helen Dennis, treasurer; Mary Field, editor; Pearl Underwood, first 
marshal ; M. Denison Wilt, second marshal. The society was glad to welcome 
at this meeting Miss Sue Taylor, '91, Miss Mary Dennis, '93, Miss Isabelle Sims, 
'93, Miss Cora Stewart, Miss Gertrude Bigelow, '93 ; Miss Martha Conant, Miss 
Clara Helmer, '93 ; Miss Mary Hazard, '93, and Miss Lydia Pennington, '93. 

Tau Zeta Epsilon held the last regular meeting of the year in Tau Zeta Epsilon 
Hall, Tuesday evening, June 12. A letter was read from Miss Maud Keller, 
who is visiting in Mexico, after which the following programme was presented: — 
Bastien Lepage ....... Alice Wood 

The Manufacture of Stained Glass Windows as Seen in 

Mrs. Whitman's Studio in Boston . . . Annette Finnigan 

French Critics — Taine, Ernest Renan .... Adeline Teele 

Art News ....... Lucy Wilcox 

The following officers for the ensuing year have been chosen : Alberta M. 
Welch, president; Lucy Wilcox, vice-president; Charlotte Goodrich, recording 
secretary; May Kellogg, corresponding secretary ; Alice Norcross, treasurer; 
Margaret Starr and Mary Lunt, keepers. 

A regular programme meeting of the Alpha Chapter of Phi Sigma was held 
on Saturday, May 26. The subject of the meeting was Ibsen. The following 
programme was given : — 

Significant Events in the Life of Ibsen . . . Isabel Graves 

The Vikings of Heligoland ..... Ethel Stanwood 


Songs ........ Helen Foss 

Ibsen and Modern Society ..... Bertha Longley 

Music ........ Mary W. Miller 

Ibsen's Women ...... Mary Woodin 

A programme meeting was also held on Saturday, June 2, the subject of which 
was Wagner. The following programme was given: — 

Vorspiel, " Tristan and Isolde " . L. May Pitkin and Mary W. Miller 

The Man, Wagner ........ Sara Burrowes 

Prize Song from "Meistersinger " .... Marion Mitchell 

Comparison of the Parsital of Wagner with that of Wotfraur 

von Eschenbach ...... Helen Foss 

Presentation and "Pilgrim Chorus" from "Tannhaiiser 

On the evening of May 30, the Agora invited a few friends to an open meeting 
in Elocution Hall. The programme was as follows: — 
Impromptu speeches : 

The Sugar Scandal ..... Clara Benson 

The Trouble in Samoa ..... Sarah Weed 

Pre23ared : 

Woman's Position Legally .... Elva Young 

Woman in Industry ..... Sarah Bixby 

Position of Women in Suffrage States . . . Joanna Parker 

After the meeting an informal reception was held. 

The regular programme meeting of the Classical Society took place Saturday 
evening, June 2. The programme consisted of sketches in autobiographical 
form. The following characters were presented : Pericles, Creusa, yEneas, Dido, 
Aristides, Athena, Nestor, Xenobia, Socrates, Xantippe, Medea, Vestal Virgin, 
Paris, Nausicaa, Penelope, Xerxes, Jove, Juno. 

At the business meeting, held June 12, the officers for the ensuing year were 
elected: Mary Chapin, '95, president; Mabel Rand, '96, vice-president; Irene 
Kahn, '96, corresponding secretary; Nellie Stinison, '95, recording secretary; 
Annie Leonard, '95, treasurer; Margaret Simmons, '95, Ida Brooks, '95, and 
Beatrice Stepanek, '95, executive committee. 


$fumnae (ttofee. 

The seventh annual meeting of the Southern Wellesley Association was held 
in Louisville, Kentucky, on Saturday, May 12, Mrs. B. M. Allison presiding. 
For the ensuing year the following officers were elected : president, Mrs. B. M. 
Allison; vice-president, Miss Clara Look; secretary and treasurer, Miss May 
Stone. The meeting was important and interesting. An account of the work 
of the College Settlements was read by Miss Abbie Goodloe, and a subscription 
made to the settlement in Boston. Mrs. Allison gave a very pleasant sketch of 
the Wellesley of to-day, concluding with an outline of the new system of work 
which is about to be adopted by the college, and with personal news of old 
friends. It was decided that the association should ask permission to plant "a 
memorial ivy " on that spot in Oberlin Cemetery which is so deeply revered by all 
who knew President Shafer — the desire to make this sign of remembrance being 
expressed by every member present. The finest and most notable feature of the 
meeting was the decision that members of the Southern Wellesley Association 
living in Louisville should make active efforts to bring about a spirit of unity and 
co-operation among all the college women of their city. A special meeting was 
appointed to be held in the fall, for the discussion of the means by which this 
may be accomplished. On the whole, the association has seldom held a reunion 
so pleasant, and never — to judge from the renewal of hope and strengthening of 
purpose — one of better promise. 

The May meeting of the Cleveland Wellesley Club was held on Wednesday 
afternoon at the home of the Misses Pope, Grand View, East Cleveland. As 
final meeting for the season, it was made an " at home" for the club, and about 
two hundred and fifty invitations were sent out to the parents and interested 
friends of the members. A very pleasant afternoon was spent, and the club 
adjourned for the summer months. 

Corrections in the Alumnae Notes of the May issue of the Magazine : i. In 
the notice of the meeting of the Chicago Wellesley Club, Miss Wrenn's name 
was spelled "Wren." 2. The omission of the word "friends" after the word 
"college" in reference to Clara Helmer. 

The Boston Wellesley College Club held a meeting Saturday, May 12, at the 
Vendome. MissCalma Howe and Master Robert George, two club babies, were 
at the same time both highly entertained and entertaining during the afternoon. 

The May meeting of the Chicago Wellesley Club was held Saturday, May 12, 
at two o'clock, at the home of Judge and Mrs. Sherman, 3985 Drexel Boulevard, 


where hospitality was extended through their niece, Miss Florence A. Wing, '92, 
who has been spending some time in Chicago. The members present had the 
pleasure of hearing several selections on the violin by Miss Wing, who has been 
a pupil of Mr. Bendix, recently first violinist of the Thomas Orchestra. Miss 
Florence Wilkinson, '92, read an interesting description of a personal experience 
of life in the South. The sketch was especially interesting for the humorous 
touches suggestive of the contrast between southern and northern energy. There 
were some slight matters of business of a local nature brought before the meet- 
ing, and some subscription forms were distributed on behalf of the College Set- 
tlements Association. The remainder of the time was passed in conversation and 
the enjoyment ot light refreshments, after which the meeting adjourned. 

Mile. Sec, formerly professor of French at Wellesley, has been teaching in 
Mrs. Sommer's School for Girls, Washington, D. C. At the end of this school 
year she will give up her position and go to Paris for an indefinite stay. 

Miss Alma Jones, Sp. '77 _ '8o, is studying music with Sherwood, in Chicago. 

Miss Flora E. Mattison, '82, has taken her degree in law in the Minneapolis 
Law School, and is about to begin practising her profession. 

Mrs. Harriet Emerson Hincliffe, '82, with her family has been spending the 
winter in Florida. 

The address of Mrs. Kent Dunlap Hagler, '90, is 611 East Capitol Ave., 
Springfield, Illinois. 

Miss Maude Taylor, '91, expects to teach at Bellewood Seminary, Anchorage, 


Miss Sue Cushman, '91, will spend the summer in England. 

The engagement of Caroline Maddocks, '91, to Mr. R. P. Smith of University 
of Chicago is announced. 

A fellowship in English has been assigned to Miss Jane Knight Weatherlow, 
'91, for the ensuing year at the University of Chicago. 

Miss Agnes Ilolbrook, '92, is traveling in California, needing rest from her 
work at Hull House. 

Miss Blanche B. Baker, '92, is to spend part of the summer at North Platte. 

Miss Bess Strong, '92, was married, May 29, at her home in New Brunswick. 

Miss Mary Louise Marot, '94, takes her B. S. at the University of Chicago in 


Helen Crafts, '96, after studying a quarter at the University of Chicago, 
remained at home in Austin, 111., for the rest of the college year. 

The engagement of Miss Agnes S. Cook, '96, to Mr. Walworth Marsh of 
Bloomington, 111., is announced. 

The engagement of Miss Clara L. Hovey, Sp., '9i-'92 to Mr. Royal Raymond 
is announced. 

The Wellesley girls in Honolulu were gladdened by the arrival on the " Sal- 
vator" of Captain and Mrs. Tibbets (Grace Cilley, Wellesley, '86-'89). After 
hurried exchanges of calls, as the " Salvator's" stay was to be brief, Mrs. Henry 
Castle (Mabel Wing, '86) arranged a Wellesley breakfast at her new and charm- 
ing home. Captain and Mrs. Tibbets, Margaret Hopper, '8o-'83, and Judge and 
Mrs. Frear (Mary E. Dillingham, '93) were the guests. Such Hawaiian dishes 
as best appeal to Americans fresh from " the old country," were served to the 
enjoyment of all, and then the company adjourned to the parlor to discuss the 
Wellesley friends and customs of any two of these four girls reaching from '80 to 
'93. Songs followed, in which the husbands joined as best they might, and only 
to sympathetic ears came " Tupelo," "The Hobby," "Wellesley Bells," and 
dear old "Alma Mater." An attempt at the college cheer sent all to various 
duties of the day, wishing that oftener a Wellesley alumna might come to Hono- 
lulu and make herself known to those who, though in mid-Pacific, are still 
Wellesley girls. 

Mrs. Mary E. D. Frear, '93, is living in Honolulu, H. I., where she has 
charge of a reading club for children — object, to cultivate a healthy and classical 
literary taste. Mrs. Frear is also studying French. 

The address of Miss Cora Stewart for the summer will be 264 Boylston street, 
Boston, or 93 Tyler street, the Boston College Settlement. 

The fifteenth annual meeting of the Wellesley College Alumnse Association 
was held in the college chapel, Wednesday, June 20, 1894. In the absence of 
the' president, Miss Luce, the meeting was called to order by the vice-president, 
Miss Constantine. The minutes of the preceding meeting were read and 
approved. The reports of the various committees were read and accepted. A 
motion was carried that an accurate post-office directory be published. 

The result of the choice of nominees for alumnae trustees was announced as 
follows: Mrs. Louise McCoy North, '79, for six (6) years; Miss Estelle M. 
Hurll, '82, for four (4) years; Mrs. Adaline Emerson Thompson, 'So, for two (2) 


The following finance committee was appointed for the ensuing year: Miss 
Helen J. Sanborn, '84; Mrs. Sarah Woodman Paul, '8i ; Miss Ellen F. Pendle- 
ton, '86; Miss H. St. B. Brooks, '91, Miss Alice Kellogg, '94. 

The petition presented by the graduates of the Schools of Music and Art was 
referred to the following committee, to be reported upon next June : Miss Flor- 
ence Bigelow, '84, chairman; Miss Katheiine Horton, '89, Miss Elizabeth M. 
Blakeslee, 91. The next subject brought before the meeting was the memorial 
to President Shafer. Suggestions of endowment of the president's chair, of the 
chair of mathematics, and of mathematical fellowships were made. It was 
decided, in so important a matter, no hasty action should be taken. The entire 
matter was placed in the hands of the finance committee, to be reported upon in 
June, 1895. 

It was moved that the Alumnae Association empower its corresponding secre- 
tary to express to Miss Stratton and Mrs. Irvine its grateful and cordial appreci- 
ation of the able and successful administration of the college during the closing 
months of the present year. The following executive committee was elected for 
the year *94-'95 : president, Charlotte H. Conant, '84 ; vice-president, Alice Upton 
Pearmain, '83 ; corresponding secretary, Mary D. E. Lauderburn, '90; treasurer, 
Mary R. Gilman, '88. 

About one hundred and sixty sat down to dinner in the college dining-room. 
The guests of the day were Mrs. Durant and Miss Stratton. Mrs. Durant gave 
the words of welcome to the alumnae, and bespoke their interest especially in the 
work of the Students' Aid Society. Miss Stratton followed with an eloquent and 
tender tribute to President Shafer. The toasts were : — 

The Alumnae ..... Florence Wilkinson 

Alumnae Representation . . . . Estelle M. Hurll 

Graduate Work . . . . . M. Gertrude Gushing 

Athletics ..... Alice W. Kellogg 

Wellesley Aunts .... Cornelia E. Green 

College Settlements .... Charlotte T. Sibley 

Miss L. Gertrude Angell, president of '94, sketched the plans of the class for 

furnishing the new students' parlors as a memorial to President Shafer. The 

alumnae then rose and sang " Ours is the Happy Past," the song with which the 

exercises of Alumnae Day always close. 

The class of '91 met for its third reunion at the Thorndike, Tuesday morning, 
June 19. Though a comparatively small number were present, the mirth and 
jollity of the occasion could hardly have been exceeded even by fun-loving '91. 



The class of '93 held its first reunion at the Vendome, the evening of June 20. 
There were fifty members present, including the " Class Mother," Mrs. Junius 
Hill of Boston. The loyalty of Wellesley's daughters had a practical demon- 
stration in the presence of members from Texas and New Mexico. Miss Foley, 
the president, presided as toast-mistress, and proposed these toasts :— - 

1. The Reunion ..... Carrie Mann 


1 1 

The Wide, Wide World 
The President, pro tem 
Senior Day 
The Employed 
The "School Marm " 
The Unemployed . 
The Social Horoscope 
The Bride 

Josephine Simrall 

Alice Reed 

Mary B. Hill 

Clara Helmer 

Helen Eager 

Lila Tayler 

Winifred Foster 

Katherine Winton 

Mary Young 

The Girl Who Positively Refuses to be Engaged 

12. Remarks by Class Mother 

Gertrude Bigelow 
Mrs. Hill 



Adams — Smith. At West Randolph, Vt., May 22, 1894, Tullius Justin Adams and 
Mabel Jeannette Smith, '89. 

Straus — Howe. At Chicago, 111., May 28, 1894, Michael Straus and Mary Ware 
Howe, '88. 

Blodgett — Jones. At Brockton, Mass., June 13, 1894, Edward Dwight Blodgett, 
and Bertha Eveleth Jones, '85-'89. 

Hirshfield — Ashley. At Rochester, N. Y., May 23, 1894, Harry Hirshfield and 
Ruth Ashley, '90. 

Jenkins — Hocker. Miss Mattie Morrison Hocker, '93, to Mr. Burris Atkins Jenkin". 
at Lexington, Ky., Wednesday, May 23. 



Mariana W. Blood, of the class of '91, Wellesley College. 

The members of the class of '91 are overwhelmed with a sense of- separation 
and of loss in the sudden death of our dear classmate, Mariana W. Blood. 

We realize with gladness our classmate's freer life, and we are led to rejoice 
that hers must be the earliest attainment of " the Beautiful and the Good." 

We sorrow most for those who love her most, and our tenderest sympathy is 
with these. Accordingly, 

Whereas, we, the members of the class of '91 of Wellesley College, have lost 
our beloved classmate, Mariana W. Blood, 

Resolved, That we express our loss to her family and friends. 

Resolved, That we extend our loving sympathy to them and offer to them the 
comfort of our own deep trust and hope. 

Resolved, That copies of these resolutions be sent to her family and to the 
Wellesley Magazine, and that they be entered upon the minutes of the class 
organization. Signed, 

{ Bertha Palmer, Pres. 

-,-. ,, ^, r , ! Ellen Juliette Wall, Sec. 

Tor the Class of qh,, W, ^ ™ 

J j Mary W. Carter, Treas. 

^ Alma Emerson Beale. 
Whereas, our Heavenly Father in His loving wisdom has so suddenly taken 
from us our beloved sister in Phi Sigma, Mariana W. Blood, be it 

Resolved, that we, the Alpha Chapter of the Society Phi Sigma, do hereby 
express our own deep sense of loss and our heartfelt sympathy with her family 
and friends in their great sorrow, and 

Resolved, that we express our appreciation of her rare strength of character, 
and the inspiration that her memory must be to those who knew her; and 

Resolved, that a copy of these resolutions be sent to her family and to the 
Wellesley Magazine. Signed, 

L. May Pitkin, 
M. Gertrude Cushing, \ Committee. 
Edith Judson, 
May 16, 1894. 



n Cp A\no\ 

wles vjompany, 

Importers and Retailers of 


15 Winter Street, 


Special attention given to young people's Fancy 
i i ess Shoes. 

The on y Louse that presents illustrated Cata- 
cgue. Send tor one. 

The Uest College Discounts given. 

H. H. Carter & Co., 

Stationers and Engravers, 


20 per eent Diseoant 

on purchases made by 

Students from Wellesley College. 

3 Beacon Street, 

Your attention io called to our stock of 

S0UVEJ1IR SPOOLS, flfllfl OflflAPJlTS, SOUtfEfllfl GUPS, 

Toilet and Desk Funishings in Sterling and Plated Silver. 


Marble and Iron Clocks, $6.00 to $20.00. 

Stock in all departments always complete. 

A. Stowell & Co,, 

24 Winter Street, ------ BOSTON. 

New Pictures. 

Etchings, Engravings, Photographs, just 
received from the best American, English, French, 
and German publishers. 

The largest and finest stock to select from in 
New England, — and prices satisfactory. 

Special attention to Artistic Framing. 

190 Boylston Street. - - Boston. 

Artists' Materials. 


Art Studies and Books. 

Oil and Water Colors; Crayons; Materials 
for Tapestry, Painting, etc. 

Wadsmorth, jtomland & Co., 

82 & 84 Washington St., Boston. 

ranch Stoic .'& the Grutcmant Stuc'io , Claienccn St: cot, near St. James Avo. 
Principal Factories: Maiden, Mass., Paris, Me. 

147 Tremont Street, Corner of West, 

Jewellers and Silversmiths. 


PROGRAMS and INVITATIONS, both printed and engraved. Class Day programs a specialty. 

CLASS PINS designed and manufactured to order. 

PARASOLS and UMBRELLAS made to order, re-covered and repaired. 

Gloves and Veiling. 

Miss M. F. Fisk, 



Calls the aaeiuiuu ui cue 1'uung Ladies' to her stock of Kid, Undressed Kid, and Dog Skin Gloves 

that are suitable for all occasions. Also her very becoming stock of Veilings, and solicits 

their patronage, and will give to any of the students 6 per cent, discount. 



17 Beacon St., Boston. 

This Hotel is centrally located near business 
part of the city and combines the conveniences of 
a first-class hotel with the comforts of home. 


Two fiirst-class Cafes in Hotel. 



J. W. SMITH & CO., 


Wellesley Pharmacy, 

^5. U/. p^V, proprietor. 


Physicians' Prescriptions a Specialty. 

in all Departments 
of Literature . . 

can be found at our store. The largest 
assortment in Boston of the popular and 
standard authors. Also a large variety at 
special reductions. Large variety of Bibles, 
Prayer Books, Booklets, etc. 


De Wolfe, piske & Co., 

The Archway Bookstore 

361 & 365 Washington Street. 







Southern Educational 

H. N. ROBERTSON, A.M., Manager, 

Memphis, Tenn. 

Supplies teachers with positions. Supplies, without charge 
schools and colleges with thoroughly competent instructors 
in the various departments of learning. Operates in all tlio 
Southern and Southwestern States. Write for terms. 

Finest Roadbed on the Continent. 


first Glass Through Gar Route 

To th.e West. 

Through Trains Leave Boston as Follows :— 

8.30 a. m. (ex. Sunday) Day Express. 
10.30 a. m. (daily) Chicago Special. 

2.00 p. in. (daily) Chicago Limited. 

7.15 p. in. (daily) Pacific Express. 


Hartford, New Haven and New York. 



9.00 a. in. 

(ex. Sunday) 

3.30 p. in. 

11.00 a. m. 

(ex. Sunday) 

5.30 p. m. 

4.00 p. in. 


10.00 p. in. 

11.00 p. in. 


7.40 a. m. 

For tickets, information, time-tables, etc., 
apply to nearest ticket agent. 
A. S. HANSON, Gen'l Passenger Agent. 

Fine Carpets. 

The finest line of specialties in 

Axminsters, Wiltons and 
Brussels Carpets 

ever offered by us. 
These are all our patterns, with a full line of the 




>arpets.\ and. 





163 to 169 WASHINGTON ST., 





Discount to Wellesley Students. 

walnut hill 
Wellesley # Preparatory, 




Thorough preparation for Wellesley and other colleges 
for women. 

References :— Pres. Shafer, Wellesley College, 
the Misses Eastman, Dana Hall, and others. 

Circulars on application. 

Miss Charlotte H. Conant, B.A., ) p r ;_. iml _ 
Miss Florence Bigelow, M.A., } * nnci P ais - 






American Colleges, 

Illustrated Catalogue and 
particulars on application. 


ii John Street, New York. 

* ©esigner anc QXtftfter * 

Society Badges, 
Fraternity Pins, 
Rings, Emblem 
Jewels of every 

TROPHIES for Presentation, from 

original and artistic designs. 

U/fJPU you want anything in above line, will 
rr iii.n es t e em it a favor to submit special designs, 
with estimates, or answer enquiries by mail. 

We send design plates FREE upon request. 

Wellesley Pins can be obtained from Miss Florence 
Tobey, Business Manager of Magazine. 



Wellesley, Mass. 

+ ■*■•*•■*■ 

Pupils are prepared for regular or for special 
courses at Wellesley College. 

Price for Board and Tuition, $500 for the 
school year ; tuition for day pupils, $125. 

+ ■*•■*■* 

For further information address the Principals: 

Julia a. Eastman 
Sarah P. Eastman 


Furniture Manufacturers 

and Upholsterers. 

Washington and Elm Streets, 

Send for Book of 
rules, they are free. 
It contains hints, 
etc. , necessary for 


344 Washington Street, near Milk, Boston. 

After Washing. 

Witch Cream. 

It softens, feeds, beautifies t'n skin. 
Protects the complexion 

For sale by all druggists, 25 and 
50 cent bottles. Small size by mail 
35 cents. 

C. H. & J. Price, Salem, Mass. 

Lillies of the Valley. 



Opposite Railroad Station, Wellesley. 

Ordered Work a gpeoialty, 

Factory at East Cambridge, 

Cut Flowers and Plants of the Choicest Varieties on 
hand. Floral designs for all occasions arranged at 
shortest notice. Orders by mail or otherwise promptly 
attended to, Flowers carefully packed and forwarded to 
ill parts of the United States and Canada, 

Wight, Foster & Co. 




Young Ladies in want of Furs will find it to 
their advantage to call and see the new styles in 
Furs and to have repair work done. 


, AND 


Finest Quality. Exclusive Styles and Textures. 

$3 to $20. 

Rubber Boots and Shoes. 

Druggists' Sundries and Umbrellas. 

Rubber Goods of Every Description. 

College Discount 10 per cent. 

Metropolitan Rubber Co., 

Cleve & Krim. 

49 Summer St. 

4 doors below C. F. Hovey & Co. 


Unconditional Guarantee accompanies each Rapid Writer Fountain Pen. 
Circulars free. FOUNTAIN PEN CO., Washington, D. C. 

Call on our representative for Wellesley College, Mary Ella Chapin. 

Only $3sMew York 

VIA FALL RIVER LINE for first-class limited 
tickets. Fares reduced for all points beyond New 
York. Steamers Puritan and Pilgrim in com- 
mission. Pullman Vestibuled Express Trains 
composed of parlor and regular passenger cars, 
leave Park Square Station, Boston, week days at 
6.00 p. m., Sundays at 7.00 p. m., connecting with 
steamer at Fall River in 80 minutes. A fine or- 
chestra on each steamer. Tickets, staterooms 
and berths secured at 3 Old State House, cor. 
Washington and State Sts., and at Park Square 

J. R. KENDRICK, Gen'l Mgr., Boston. 

GEO. L. CONNOR, Gen'l Pass'r Agt., Boston. 

H. L. PALMER, Agt., 3 Old State House, Boston. 

The New England Bureau of Education. 

Reasons why this Bureau has gained and de- 
serves the Confidence and Patronage of so 
large a Constituency of Teachers and 
School Officers all over the Nation. 

(1) Because it is the oldest Teachers' Agency in New England, 
having been established in 1876. 

(2) Because its Manager for the last twelve years is a profes- 
sional educator, and has become familiar with the conditions 
and wants of every grade of schools, and the necessary qualifi- 
cations of teachers. 

(3) Because the number of our candidates is large and em- 
braces many of the ablest teachers, male and female, in the 

(4) Because all applications for teachers receive prompt and 
careful attention, 

(5) Because our pledges for fair dealing and devotion to the 
interests of our patrons have been redeemed. 

Wellesley graduates are in demand at this office. 
Forms and circulars sent free. Apply to 

HIRAM ORCUTT, Hanagrer, 

3 Somerset St., Boston. 

w ©irjar) s lTJcdical vLolleqe. 


Session '93 -'94 opens October 1st, 1893. Three years Graded Course. Instruction by Lectures, Clinics, 
Recitations and practical work, under supervision in Laboratories and Dispensary of College, and in U. S. 
Infirmary. Clinics and operations in most of the City Hospitals and Dispensaries open to Women Students. 
For Catalogues, etc., address 

i 321 East lfth Street, New York. 


She: When we got our wheels 
last year we didn't suppose there 
could be any better ones, did we ? 

He: No, but the '94's are ahead 
of them. They are better accommo- 
dated to the different heights of 
riders. They are lighter because 
of the new Columbia seamless tub- 

She : The saddles are more com- 

He: And stronger, too. And 
these guards and break work will 
never let you catch your gown. 

She: Do you know' ^what my 
gown is? The Columbia :Bicycle 
habit. Eedfern of New York de- 
signed it for the company, and it 
is just the thing. 


and instructor in riding. Free in- 
struction to purchasers. All orders 
promptly executed. Catalogues free 
on application. 

Welles ley College, Wellesley. 

THE ATTENTION of students is called to our unrivalled line of 



NIGHT LAMPS, and that latest and daintiest of Parisian devices, the PRINCESS '-LAMP. 



Opposite R. H. White & Co.'s. 

In every department of our store we allow Wellesley Pro- 
fessors and Students a discount, generally 

10 per cent. 

During the year you will notice many attractive goods which your friends at home would be 
glad to see. We shall be glad to send samples at your request. 

Dress Goods, Hosiery, Neckwear, Millinery, 
Underwear and Art Embroideries 

are perhaps some of the departments most interesting to students, but the discount applies to every 


Tremont Street and Temple Place - 


Ghas. W. fleara 

The Senior Class Photographer 

Of Wellesley College. 


>9§ j^ovlsfor) crfpecfj 
Boston, Mass. 

Would announce to students of Wellesley College that photo- 
graph lists of the Faculty and Officers of said College, as -well 
as the senior students themselves are supplied upon request. 
Any students desiring to sit at Boston studio are given same 
rates as if made at Wellesley. 

Gn* rw of sea 
Broadway, N. Y. 

146 Tremont St 

Pure, Fresh and 


A Choice Selection of Fancy Baskets, Boxes and 
Bonbonnieres constantly on hand at very reasonable 

Mail Orders given Prompt Attention.